[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda]
I'm 'bout that drama, you f****** with a cannon n****
Got a gangsta grill, yellow diamonds when I ramble n****
So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo n****
Life's a gamble you c***ped out, you bad gambling n****
n***** moving fast, gotta pump the brakes on 'em
They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
My goons real hungry looking for a big break
And you'se a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your s*** straight, before I grab this big ape
Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see s*** straight
Ray Charles n***** blind to the fact
While you was in ya class, I was grinding getting scratched
The knife grind you and you scratched
Now you crying like a b****, you a bird got wings
I'mma fly you with the pack uh
These little n***** got the nerves
These n***** under me
I put you under my wing, n**** you'se a son to me
[Chorus - Gudda Gudda]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Guess what? Streets off paper
And me, I'm praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
I'mma predator when I pray, I don't mean meditation
I mean vegetation, f*** the feds and f*** the federation
And every agent, man I want an Asian, s** her like a geisha
Get up in her stomach like ignatia... let me stop
Nah let me keep going, C4′ing, we blowing
Up you better be detouring, if we touring, then she snoring cause he boring
Shawty need a refund, bring him back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering, and re-ordering, and re-ordering
I leap all in, I free fallin', I sleep out of that p****
And when she calling, I don't answer
But she keep calling, and keep calling
And we ballin', like we ballin'
As a matter of fact like street ballin'
We evolving, they dissolving
Cincinnati Reds hat, red-black
Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at
Uh, I'm goin' in like wet p****
No money, that sounds like debt to me
b**** I don't give a m*********
Yeah I'm leanin', 'bout to pour me up another cup
Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt
I roll a Biggie Smalls, here's another one
I'm in love with Wayne, long hair don't care
b**** call me Rick James, hahahaa
Weezy that n****
And don't forget the Baby you f****** babysitters
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
And this a small thing to a giant
[Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda]
I'm goin' in like I'm goin' home
Twenty thousand on my wrist and my neck, that's my rolling stone
Went from being broke to not a pot to p*** in
Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n****, listen
Cause I'mma 'bout to rape the game down
No toilet paper on me while I'm s*******
Fly boy hover over n***** like a flying saucer
Y-M-O-B, don't make me call the bosses
YM gon' eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long, it's time to take cash
And I'mma smoke the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like bear grills
b****** love me, when they stare I give them rare chills
But money is over her, she can't see in a pair of heels
Young n**** 'bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em keep the change
Gasoline flow, light the match watch it spark
Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk
Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ yes
I'm serving n***** like my name is Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and I'mma shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get 'em, I taunt 'em
Take all his money then I take a s*** on him
Your whole click is phony, my little pony's
Gudda walk alone and s*** my shadow is my army
Why I need a n**** when I got my tool on me?
My little buddy got bullets like the army
Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaeda
Raid a n***** crib with a box cutter razor
Look, so bow down to the c***f, the champ
Dictator in these streets n****, signed and stamped
Gudda!
I'm 'bout that drama, you f****** with a cannon n****
Got a gangsta grill, yellow diamonds when I ramble n****
So don't cross me, got ammo like Rambo n****
Life's a gamble you c***ped out, you bad gambling n****
n***** moving fast, gotta pump the brakes on 'em
They better pump 'em fast before I beat the brakes off 'em
My goons real hungry looking for a big break
And you'se a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your s*** straight, before I grab this big ape
Hit you in your left eye, now you can't see s*** straight
Ray Charles n***** blind to the fact
While you was in ya class, I was grinding getting scratched
The knife grind you and you scratched
Now you crying like a b****, you a bird got wings
I'mma fly you with the pack uh
These little n***** got the nerves
These n***** under me
I put you under my wing, n**** you'se a son to me
[Chorus - Gudda Gudda]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Guess what? Streets off paper
And me, I'm praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
I'mma predator when I pray, I don't mean meditation
I mean vegetation, f*** the feds and f*** the federation
And every agent, man I want an Asian, s** her like a geisha
Get up in her stomach like ignatia... let me stop
Nah let me keep going, C4′ing, we blowing
Up you better be detouring, if we touring, then she snoring cause he boring
Shawty need a refund, bring him back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering, and re-ordering, and re-ordering
I leap all in, I free fallin', I sleep out of that p****
And when she calling, I don't answer
But she keep calling, and keep calling
And we ballin', like we ballin'
As a matter of fact like street ballin'
We evolving, they dissolving
Cincinnati Reds hat, red-black
Cops find your body but they don't know where your head at
Uh, I'm goin' in like wet p****
No money, that sounds like debt to me
b**** I don't give a m*********
Yeah I'm leanin', 'bout to pour me up another cup
Yeah I'm high, 'bout to roll me up another blunt
I roll a Biggie Smalls, here's another one
I'm in love with Wayne, long hair don't care
b**** call me Rick James, hahahaa
Weezy that n****
And don't forget the Baby you f****** babysitters
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
And this a small thing to a giant
[Verse 3 - Gudda Gudda]
I'm goin' in like I'm goin' home
Twenty thousand on my wrist and my neck, that's my rolling stone
Went from being broke to not a pot to p*** in
Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n****, listen
Cause I'mma 'bout to rape the game down
No toilet paper on me while I'm s*******
Fly boy hover over n***** like a flying saucer
Y-M-O-B, don't make me call the bosses
YM gon' eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long, it's time to take cash
And I'mma smoke the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like bear grills
b****** love me, when they stare I give them rare chills
But money is over her, she can't see in a pair of heels
Young n**** 'bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at them hoes and tell 'em keep the change
Gasoline flow, light the match watch it spark
Fire jumping off my lips every time I talk
Living legend in the flesh, I'm the champ yes
I'm serving n***** like my name is Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and I'mma shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get 'em, I taunt 'em
Take all his money then I take a s*** on him
Your whole click is phony, my little pony's
Gudda walk alone and s*** my shadow is my army
Why I need a n**** when I got my tool on me?
My little buddy got bullets like the army
Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaeda
Raid a n***** crib with a box cutter razor
Look, so bow down to the c***f, the champ
Dictator in these streets n****, signed and stamped
Gudda!