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conversations.value: Write me a song called Dedication 3 with the following description: The intro to Lil Wayne’s 3rd installment of the Dedication series with DJ Drama. Wayne, Mack Maine, Gudda Gudda & Willie The Kid rap over “The Art Of Storytelling Part 4” instrumental, which was on DJ Drama’s official Gangsta Grillz album and was a continuation of Outkast’s Art Of Storytelling series. The beat was produced by Don Cannon. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ Drama
  ]
  And this is just a mixtape
  Damn, haha
  Well, it's a little more than that
  It's more like a message
  More like a change for the better
  And this is just a mixtape
  Damn
  It's more of a dedication
  D3!
  And this is just a mixtape
  Damn
  This what y'all was waiting for?
  DJ Drama!
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ Drama
  ]
  And I'ma keep fucking this world
  'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (
  Ill!
  )
  Don't worry if me got a gun
  You should have a gun for me, yah
   (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  And all these niggas is killers
  And all these killers with me, yeah
  But you should be more afraid of the killer in me (
  Ohh!
  )
  '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) (
  Gangsta!
  )
  So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em (So fuck it, I'ma kill 'em, yeah!)
  And I'ma keep fucking this world
  'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah
  Don't worry if I got a gun
  You should have a gun for me, yah
   (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  And all these niggas is killers
  And all these killers with me, yah (
  Gangsta!
  )
  But you should be afraid of me (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  ) [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
  Young veteran, soon to be OG
  Plus, I spit like a crackhead with no teeth
  I hear you little niggas barking, 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 telling 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 starving out here, getting they diet on
  While I'm eating, nigga, gripping on my Styrofoam
  One-man game, nigga, I'ma die alone
  For now, I'm with your girl, getting my Rowdy Roddy Piper on
  [Verse 2: Willie the Kid]
  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, getting 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 Gri-zillz!
  )
  Seduce her; yeah, you rappers should be tired of lying
  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 address y'all
  Or like a stylist, nobody's fly as this
  You crazy? I'm getting brain like a psychiatrist [Chorus: Lil Wayne & 
  Mack Maine
  ]
  And I'ma keep fucking this world
  'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yah (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  Don't worry if me got a gun
  You should have a gun for me, yah
  And all these niggas is killers (
  Killers with you
  )
  And all these killers with me, yeah (
  Gangsta!
  )
  But you should be afraid of me (
  Gangsta!
  )
  'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
  Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'ma kill 'em
  And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
  I'ma kill 'em
  [Verse 3: Mack Maine]
  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 rushing to they head, they reacting off sound
  As I stand on the mound, pitching for the crown
  Uptown-bound, face painted like a clown
  Reciting scriptures from the chapters, Proverbs, Leviticus
  Old-ass rappers complaining what the business is
  'Bout the state of hip, sounding 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
  Forgiving a wack cracker, still sipping Cristal
  Waving the lifeline, since life's a bitch, y'all
  Raising up the skirts of Jezebels for no cash
  Like, "Bitch, gimme that ass"
  Or pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Jag'"
  No, pulling up to the lot, like, "Gimme that Lam'"
  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 something like a rhino or ram: animal, beast
  Irritating you pussies like chlamydia, yeast
  YM militia, you niggas better retreat
  Or be like this beat: R.I.P., deceased [Post-Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  'Cause I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
  Yeah, I'ma kill 'em, yes, I'm kill 'em
  And I'ma kill 'em, I'ma kill 'em
  I'ma kill 'em (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, already, you better call every pallbear-ier in y'all area
  The ball carrier gon' get popped
  If I'm coming around the block, the ensuing 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-hopping 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 Gri-zillz!
  )
  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 pudding
  Putting it down, like gravity's pulling
  Putting it down, like gravity's pulling
  Putting it down, like gravity's pulling me
  To the ground (
  Gangsta Gri-zillz!
  )
  [Outro: Lil Wayne & 
  DJ Drama
  ]
  Young
  Young, Young
  Dedication 3
  Young
  Y'all ready?!
  Young Mula, crazy—