Feb. 2, 2013; New Orleans, LA, USA: Recording artist Lil Wayne performs during the GQ Party at the Elms Mansion leading up to Super Bowl XLVII. Mandatory Credit: Mark J. Rebilas-USA TODAY Sports

Dedication 5: Lil Wayne- F***WithMeYouKnowIGotIt (ft. T.I.) lyrics

Lil Wayne released the highly anticipated Dedication 5 mixtape today. The mixtape collaboration with DJ Drama contains 29 tracks. He tackles a variety of popular songs like Kanye West’s “New Slaves,” 2 Chainz’s “Feds Watching” and Ace Hood’s “Bugatti.” The mix tape features The Weeknd, Chance The Rapper, Mack Maine, Vado, T.I., Euro & others.

The mixtape is living up to expectations and already has over a half a million downloads.

Here are the lyrics to the track “F***WithMeYouKnowIGotIt” featuring T.I., via Rap Genius:

I mean it’s simple
Can’t f**** wit us

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these n****s don’t f*** with me
And I don’t like to curse in church
And my girl’ p***y taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that, believe that
Don’t be showing that work n****
We find out where yo ho work n****
We follow you moms from church n****
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get’em Tune
I don’t really f*** around with certain n****s
F*** all y’all n****s, except my n****s
These n****s hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that’s chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It’s going down, let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can’t turn a ho into a housewife
Man it’s like some things will never change
You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
These chums ain’t even got chump change
Uh yea, and don’t f*** with me, you know I’m Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I’m shinin on these n****s, no horizon
Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new b***h is so provotic
Money talks, yours like no comment
Black car, raise yo profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Swave uh
It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone
Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
Yea, I’m bout to buy a machine gun
You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I’m sittin on some train tracks
Hopin that b***h speed up
I’m Strongarm and these n****s roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad b***hes on standby, all my hoes got red eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a n**** fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I’m Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say…
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much s*** built up you could smell it on me
F*** all y’all n****s in Swahili n****,
Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, n****
Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my n****s blood, f*** yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that s*** for dinner day

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you n**** to America most
Every n**** round when we carry it out
Sedated b***hes like a n**** tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you n**** make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you ho
The fate up before a n****, we soon to see
These n****s sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain’t nobody f***in with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green and grab a truck
Young Money, cash money, they down with her
I got a b***h who want yo b***h, you finna get a ho up
And don’t bullshit and listen, you don’t really know her
We a bust a n**** head, leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger, I’m a land affair
In Gen Park n**** every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these p***y n****s catchin’ feelings over broads
Can p***y n**** go up really like a god
A town n****, bank head I’m about it
Everybody know “don’t f*** with me cuz I got it”

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