Dedication 3
Gudda Gudda Lyrics
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And this is just a mixtape
Well, it's a little more than that
Damn (it's more like a message)
More like a change for the better
And this is just a mixtape
It's more of a dedication
Damn (Gangsta)
And this is just a mixtape
This what y'all was waitin' for?
Damn
DJ Drama (Gangsta Grillz)
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (ill)
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yeah (Gangsta Grillz)
And all these niggas is killers
And all these killers with me, yeah
But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (oh)
'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em)
'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah) (Gangsta)
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah
Don't worry if I got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yeah (Gangsta Grillz)
And all these niggas is killers
And all these killers with me, yeah (Gangsta)
But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta Grillz)
Young veteran, soon to be OG
Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth
I hear you little niggas barkin', want more beef
You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace
And when it comes to money, my shit is obese
Like Della Reese, I need celery
More money, what the fuck these niggas tellin' me?
I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah
Drop 'em off in a firestorm
YM riot squad, get our riot on
If he testify like Common, see the firebomb
If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on
These niggas starvin' out here, gettin' they diet on
While I'm eatin', nigga, grippin' on my Styrofoam
One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone
For now, I'm with your girl, gettin' my Rowdy Roddy Piper on
Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring
No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene
Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine
Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators
They naysayers, mascara wearers
And my niggas on paper, gettin' paper like ballplayers
No blood, no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow
We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta)
All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me, "Not now"
Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (ugh, ugh)
Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air
Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Grillz)
Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'
But I know it's hard like a tire iron
But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science or Aztec math
I'm crazy as a Mesc' tab, I feed niggas like a mess hall
And yes, y'all, it's Willie, how I dress y'all
Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this
You crazy? I'm gettin' brain like a psychiatrist
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (Gangsta)
Don't worry if I got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yeah
And all these niggas is killers (killers with you)
And all these killers with me (Gangsta)
But you should be afraid of me (Gangsta)
'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, 'cause I'ma kill 'em
And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma kill 'em
They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull
While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl
Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers
They got bats up in the cave, upside-down
Blood rushin' to they head, they reactin' off sound
As I stand on the mound, pitchin' for the crown
Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown
Recitin' scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus
Old-ass rappers complainin' what the business is
'Bout the state of hip, soundin' like some bitches
Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous
The new school, nigga
What you need to do is become a resident under conditions
Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission
Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal
Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul
Forgivin' a wack cracker, still sippin' Cristal
Wavin' the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all
Raisin' up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash
Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass"
Or pullin' up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'"
No, pullin' up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lamb'"
They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam
If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam
I'm somethin' like a rhino or ram, animal, beast
Irritatin' you pussies like chlamydia, yeast
YM militia, you niggas better retreat
Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased
I'ma kill 'em
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, huh, I'ma kill 'em
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yeah, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah, already, you better call every pallbearer in y'all area
The ball carrier gon' get popped
If I'm comin' around the block, the ensuin' drive gets stopped
He gon' drop like a flop
On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches
'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah
Same hustle, new money
I'm just hip-hoppin' like two bunnies (Gangsta)
Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi
That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah
Ha, no homo
Rappers get ate like four on four
They say I fucked so-and-so
And I be like, "So, so and so"
Nikes on they neck, they like, "Let me breathe"
"I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed" (Gangsta Grillz)
This is why we hot, this is how we freeze
Too fast to follow, this is why we lead
And the money in our pockets isn't why we G's, see
This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta)
You know we tote steel, this is how we is
You can get the steel if you try these thieves
Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees
And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we be's
The shit like puddin'
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin'
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin'
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin' me
To the ground (Gangsta Grillz)
Young
Young, Young
Dedication 3
Young
Young Mula, crazy (Gangsta Grillz)
In the chorus of the song “Dedication 3”, Gudda Gudda emphasizes how the mixtape is not just a regular mixtape but more like a message or dedication. Gudda Gudda also asserts that he is going to continue pursuing his goals in this game, even if people try to attack him. He makes a point that everyone should be prepared to defend themselves against anyone that may come their way, even him. In the first verse, Gudda Gudda speaks of himself as a young veteran, and he spits with experience. He notes that he is “Young Lucifer” and will lead people into hell but emphasizes that he does not take anyone with him. Gudda Gudda asserts that he is willing to take up arms and go to war in his quest for success in the industry. Willie the Kid comes on in the second verse, rapping about his life as a Young Money rapper and threatening those in the industry who may try to challenge him.
Line by Line Meaning
And this is just a mixtape
Well, it's a little more than that
Damn (it's more like a message)
More like a change for the better
And this is just a mixtape
It's more of a dedication
Damn (Gangsta)
(Gangsta)
D3
Dedication 3
And this is just a mixtape
This what y'all was waitin' for?
Damn
DJ Drama (Gangsta Grillz)
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (ill)
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for me, yeah (Gangsta Grillz)
And all these niggas is killers
And all these killers with me, yeah
But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (oh)
'Cause I'm about to kill 'em (I'm about to kill 'em)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em)
So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (so fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah) (Gangsta)
Young veteran, soon to be OG
I'm an experienced individual, on my way to becoming a respected elder
Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth
I rap with intense passion and intensity
I hear you little niggas barkin', want more beef
I notice the attempts of lesser rappers to challenge me
You like a nigga with no guns, you gets no peace
You're defenseless and unable to challenge or confront me
And when it comes to money, my shit is obese
I have an abundance of wealth
Like Della Reese, I need celery
Just like the actress Della Reese, I crave more success and money
More money, what the fuck these niggas tellin' me?
I desire more financial success, regardless of what others say
I'm Young Lucifer, take 'em all to Hell with me, yeah
I possess a rebellious and powerful persona, leading others towards destruction
Drop 'em off in a firestorm
I will subject my enemies to a chaotic and destructive situation
YM riot squad, get our riot on
My Young Money crew is prepared for chaos and violence
If he testify like Common, see the firebomb
If someone betrays me like the rapper Common, they will face a fiery attack
If you know what's best, motherfucker, get your quiet on
To avoid my wrath, it's best to stay silent
These niggas starvin' out here, gettin' they diet on
Other rappers are struggling to find success while I thrive
While I'm eatin', nigga, grippin' on my Styrofoam
As I enjoy my success, I indulge in drug use
One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone
I live a solitary and dangerous lifestyle
For now, I'm with your girl, gettin' my Rowdy Roddy Piper on
Currently, I'm with your girlfriend, engaging in wild and aggressive activities
Willie the Kid, pull guns like a hamstring
I, Willie the Kid, swiftly draw and use firearms
No bull, I push Pro-V's like Pantene
I promote Pro-V drugs powerfully like the brand Pantene promotes haircare
Blow like a trombone, funny niggas, tambourine
I'm blowing up and getting attention, while others are merely amusing
Players get jumped like a trampoline, tangerine gators
People who try to play me get attacked aggressively, just like jumping on a trampoline. Also, I wear expensive orange alligator skin shoes
They naysayers, mascara wearers
They're doubters, like people who wear mascara to hide their true emotions
And my niggas on paper, gettin' paper like ballplayers
My crew is financially successful, making money like professional athletes
No blood, no foul, yeah, my heart cold as Moscow
I don't give a damn about the consequences, my heart is as cold as the city of Moscow
We nap your kin like a hot towel (Gangsta)
We take your family members hostage, just like warming napkins
All my hoes hostile, not me, never tell me, 'Not now'
My female companions are aggressive, but they never resist me
Rap niggas, forty-cal' to your brow (ugh, ugh)
I threaten other rappers with a .40 caliber gun to their heads
Roof-remover, we leave your brain with more air
We shoot to kill, leaving your head with a bullet hole
Maneuver, I leave your bitch with a moist chair (Gangsta Grillz)
I skillfully seduce and satisfy your girlfriend
Seduce her, yeah, you rappers should be tired of lyin'
I seduce women easily, while other rappers should be tired of lying about their sexual conquests
But I know it's hard like a tire iron
I understand that it's difficult for others to match my level of success
But yet, it's complex, like it's Mayan science or Aztec math
My success and dominance are intricate and difficult to understand, like ancient civilizations' sciences or mathematics
I'm crazy as a Mesc' tab, I feed niggas like a mess hall
I'm wild and unpredictable, providing sustenance for others like a military mess hall
And yes, y'all, it's Willie, how I dress y'all
Yes, it's me, Willie, influencing your style and fashion choices
Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this
Like a fashion stylist, no one is as fashionable as me
You crazy? I'm gettin' brain like a psychiatrist
Are you crazy? I'm receiving oral sex like a psychiatrist listens to someone's thoughts
They say powder makes you hyper, reefer makes you calm
Cocaine makes you energetic, marijuana makes you relaxed
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo-woos make you dull
Smoking cigarettes leads to cancer while using drugs like MDMA makes you less alert
While I sip the purple harlot, thick as my Southern drawl
As I consume the codeine-infused drink, it's as potent as my Southern accent
Put me on the ocean floor with a mermaid with no drawers
Place me in a provocative and sensual situation with a mythical creature
They got bats up in the cave, upside-down
They have hidden weapons or secrets, like bats hanging upside-down in a cave
Blood rushin' to they head, they reactin' off sound
They're getting excited and making impulsive decisions based on what they hear
As I stand on the mound, pitchin' for the crown
Metaphorically, I'm in a position of power, competing for dominance
Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown
Heading to Uptown, my face covered in makeup like a clown
Recitin' scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus
I'm preaching wisdom and knowledge from religious texts like Proverbs and Leviticus
Old-ass rappers complainin' what the business is
Elderly rappers constantly complain about the state of the music industry
'Bout the state of hip, soundin' like some bitches
They're whining and sounding like catty individuals
Hop your ass up off a rich nigga dick, it's ridiculous
Stop trying to cling onto successful individuals, it's absurd
The new school, nigga
I represent the new generation of rappers
What you need to do is become a resident under conditions
You should strive to establish yourself as a respected figure under specific circumstances
Get your ass up off your ass, and get your ass up on a mission
Stop being lazy and take action with a purpose
Become some competition, like Federer and Nadal
Challenge and rival others, just like the tennis players Federer and Nadal
Young Money, nigga, we ball, like Kobe or Chris Paul
In Young Money, we excel and succeed, just like basketball players Kobe Bryant or Chris Paul
Forgivin' a wack cracker, still sippin' Cristal
I'm forgiving a terrible rapper, while I continue to enjoy expensive champagne like Cristal
Wavin' the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all
I'm flaunting my success and rescue plan, because life is difficult for you all
Raisin' up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash
I'm seducing promiscuous women without spending money
Like, 'Bitch, gimme that ass'
I demand sexual favors from women
Or pullin' up to the lot, like, 'Gimme that Jag'
Arriving at the car dealership and saying, 'I want that Jaguar'
No, pullin' up to the lot, like, 'Gimme that Lamb'
Actually, I'm saying 'I want that Lamborghini'
They study me, yeah, they cram, like I'm a final exam
People closely analyze and study me as if I were a difficult exam
If I hit you in your back, you'll need a spinal exam
If I physically attack you, your back will be injured and require medical attention
I'm somethin' like a rhino or ram, animal, beast
I possess characteristics of a powerful and aggressive animal, like a rhinoceros or ram
Irritatin' you pussies like chlamydia, yeast
I annoy weak individuals like a sexually transmitted infection or yeast infection
YM militia, you niggas better retreat
My Young Money crew is an organized and powerful force, you should surrender
Or be like this beat, R.I.P., deceased
Or face the same fate as this beat, rest in peace, you'll be destroyed
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, huh, I'ma kill 'em
I'm going to eliminate and dominate my competition
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yeah, I'ma kill 'em
Yes, I'm going to eliminate and dominate my competition
I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm going to eliminate and dominate my competition (Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah, already, you better call every pallbearer in y'all area
Prepare for my victims' funerals, call all the pallbearers in your area
The ball carrier gon' get popped
Anyone who challenges me will face severe consequences
If I'm comin' around the block, the ensuin' drive gets stopped
If I approach the area, any progress or success that others have will be halted
He gon' drop like a flop
He will fail or fall flat
On the court, I love sports, that's why I play my bitches
In the game of life, I enjoy manipulating and controlling women
'Cause I got game, that's why you pay my bitches, yeah
I possess charm and charisma, which is why others financially support the women I'm involved with
Same hustle, new money
I continue to hustle and make money
I'm just hip-hoppin' like two bunnies (Gangsta)
I'm moving and jumping around like energetic rabbits (Gangsta)
Who run it? Bitch nigga, moi
Who is in charge? Me, the bitch nigga
That was French, nigga, not a kiss, nigga, nah
I just spoke in French, not to express affection, nah
Ha, no homo
I'm clarifying that there is no inappropriate intent or homosexual undertones
Rappers get ate like four on four
Other rappers get devoured and defeated in a rap battle
They say I fucked so-and-so
Rumors circulate about my sexual encounters
And I be like, 'So, so and so'
I respond indifferently or dismissively to those rumors
Nikes on they neck, they like, 'Let me breathe'
They're choking under the pressure and want some relief
'I'm sorry, but I can't, this is how we feed' (Gangsta Grillz)
Apologies, but I can't stop, this is how we make a living (Gangsta Grillz)
This is why we hot, this is how we freeze
This is why we're successful, this is how we remain cool and unaffected
Too fast to follow, this is why we lead
We move swiftly and can't be imitated, that's why we're at the forefront
And the money in our pockets isn't why we G's, see
Our wealth doesn't define our gangster identity, you see
This is how we shoot, and this is how we leave (Gangsta)
This is how we attack and retreat (Gangsta)
You know we tote steel, this is how we is
You know we carry guns, this is our way of life
You can get the steel if you try these thieves
You can be armed if you associate with criminals like us
Now, pass me the Swisher, let me climb these trees
Now, give me a cigar, and I'll indulge in cannabis
And them haters say we couldn't, this is why we be's
Our enemies doubted us, that's why we exist
The shit like puddin'
We're the real deal, just like pudding
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin'
We're making our mark, just like how gravity pulls things down
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin'
We're making our mark, just like how gravity pulls things down
Puttin' it down, like gravity's pullin' me
We're making our mark, just like how gravity pulls me down to the ground (Gangsta Grillz)
To the ground (Gangsta Grillz)
To the ground (Gangsta Grillz)
Young
Young
Young, Young
Young, Young
Dedication 3
Dedication 3
Young
Young
Young Mula, crazy (Gangsta Grillz)
Young Money, wild and unpredictable (Gangsta Grillz)
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Tyree Simmons, Carl Eugene Lilly Jr., Willie Jackson, Jermaine Preyan
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