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conversations.value: Write me a song called Georgia... Bush / Weezy’z Ambitionz with the following description: An amazing seven and a half minutes of music.  This is the final track on the Dedication 2 mixtape
  The first song (set to Field Mob’s “Georgia” beat) is Weezy’s tribute to New Orleans, which had recently been ravaged by Hurricane Katrina. Weezy excoriates the Bush administration’s handling of the disaster and laments the needless suffering of his city
  The second (set to the beat from 2Pac’s “Ambitionz Az a Ridah”) is just three plus minutes of fast-paced, hook-free flowing.  Weezy is in top form the whole way through, and ends this future classic mixtape with a bang Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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  Part 1: Georgia... Bush
  , produced by Vudu Spellz]
  [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
  Y'all might know him as George Bush
  But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this:
  Georgia (That's right) Georgia (Bush)
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
  Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
  So called beef with you-know-who
  Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
  Look at the bullshit we been through
  Had our niggas sitting on top their roofs
  Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
  Then they telling y'all lies on the news
  The white people smiling like everything cool
  But I know people that died in that pool
  I know people that died in them schools
  Now what is the survivor to do?
  Got to no trailer, you gotta move
  Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
  They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
  But they don't let you know what's really going on
  Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
  Boy them cops is killas in my home
  Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
  I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
  Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
  So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady?
  Why wasn't they able to control this?
  I know some folk that live by the levee
  That keep on telling me they heard explosions
  Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
  1965
  : I ain't too young to know this
  That was President Johnson but now it's (Georgia) Bush [Hook: Lil Wayne]
  We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
  Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
  Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
  There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
  We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
  Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
  Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
  There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Now, I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
  New Orleans baby, now the White House hating
  Trying to wash us away like we not on the map
  Wait, have you heard the latest
  They saying that you gotta have paper if you tryna come back
  Niggas thinking it's a wrap
  See we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
  Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses
  The mayor say don't worry bout it
  And the children have been scorned, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
  And fat shout, to all the rappers that helped out
  Yeah we like to thank all of y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush
  When you see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
  A white cracker muthafucka that probably voted for him
  And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
  R.I.P. Tig' cause he died in the storm
  Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
  See us in ya city man, give us a pound
  Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
  I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tches
  I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yeah! [Hook]
  We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
  Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
  Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
  There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
  We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
  Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
  Everybody crying but (Georgia) ain't nobody tried
  There's no doubt on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
  [
  Part 2: Weezy's Ambitionz
  , produced by Daz Dillinger]
  [Interlude: DJ Drama]
  Oh yeah
  You thought we was done? Nah
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  Money, money, money: get a dollar and a dick
  Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucka, get a fix
  Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
  Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
  Yep, I'm a motherfuckin' trip
  I'm a trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
  900 to a grand, get you 28 grams
  If you talking bout bricks, I'm the interstate, man
  And the women say "damn", them niggas don't say a damn thing
  Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed spring
  Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
  And with no pen I'm sorta like a bomb "Boom"
  Young Tune, yeah that's what my people call me
  50 thousand for the cross, tryna keep the reaper off me
  I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
  Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yeah
  Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
  And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
  Yeah, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
  Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
  Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
  We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
  Purple weed, purple drink, Purple Heart sergeant
  I'm the best rapper in the game, no arguing
  And I don't even write, pause
  Un-pause this, so keep your bitch ass lines inside the margin
  Lil Wayne dot com bitch, log in
  Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
  All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
  They usually want a baller and the young nigga ballin'
  Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
  But my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
  We said "fuck it" - bought 2 houses in Miami
  I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me
  Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me
  Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle? I'll beat ya
  I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of Miss Cita
  Mom dukes, my Jeter, she the reason, she the reason
  Everybody woman wanna be the boy diva, not even
  There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
  Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
  Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
  Not a sim simma, 10 keys in the Beamer
  Got a white girl driving: couldn't do it much cleaner
  I'm fly in the sky like that motherfuckin' ribbon
  Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin'
  Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
  Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
  And bring me that Patron, I don't play
  No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
  And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
  I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
  I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
  Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
  Behave, no ho, I'm on that rage flow
  Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
  And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
  Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
  Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes
  Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hoes
  Price rising for a show and the flow
  So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough
  Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
  If anybody else want it, $60,000 a verse