Small Thing To a Giant

[Gudda Gudda]

Im bout that drama,You f-cking with tha cannon n-gga

Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo n-gga

So dont cross we got ammo like Rambo n-gga

Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling n-gga

N-gga 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's a real phony looking like a big steak

So get your sh-t straight, Before I grab this big ape

Hit you in your left eye now you cant see sh-t straight

Ray Charles n-gga blind to the fact

While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched

The knife grind you and you scratched

Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings

Imma fly you with the pack,Uh

These little n-ggas got the nerves

These n-ggas under me

I put you under my wing, n-gga you's a son to me

[Chorus - Gudda]

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper

And me, Im praying for probation

Like my ancestors prayed for segregation

Imma predator when I pray, I dont mean meditation

I mean vegetation, F-ck the Feds and f-ck the Federation

And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha

Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop

Naa let me keep going,C4ing,We blowing

Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring

Shorty need a refund bring it back

And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering

And I be ballin and Im free falling and I sleep out of that p-ssy

And when she lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com 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

Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black

Cops find your body but they dont know where your head at

Uh, Im goin in like wet p-ssy, No money, That sound like debt to me

Bitch I dont give a motherf-ck

Yea Im leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup

Yea Im high, Bout to roll me up another blunt

I rolled a Biggie Smalls…Heres another one

Im in love with Wayne, Long hair don't care

Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha

Weezy that n-gga, And dont forget da baby you f-cking babysitter

[Chorus - Weezy]

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

Small thing to a giant

And this a small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda]

Im goin in like Im goin home

20 thousand on my wrist and my neck thats my rolling stone

Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in

Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians

Stop n-gga listen

Cause Imma bout to rape the game down

No toilet paper on me while Im sh-tting

Fly boy hover over n-ggas like a flying saucer

YMOB, Dont make me call the bosses

YM gon eat and run like break-fast

Been running for too long its time to take cash

And Imma smoke the game cause no air kills

And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls

Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills

But money is over her, She cant see in a pair of heels

Young n-gga bout to bleed the game

Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change

Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark

Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk

Living legend in the flesh, Im the champ yes

Im serving n-ggas like my name is Pete Sampras

Get hyphy if you want and Imma 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 sh-t on him

Your whole click is phony, My little ponys

Gudda walk alone and sh-t my shadow is my army

Why I need a n-gga when I got my tool on me

My little buddy got bullets like the army

Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida

Raid a n-ggas crib with a box cutter razor

Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ

Dictator in the streets n-gga signed and stamped

Gudda!