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he did a remix of georgia by field mob on the dedication vol 2 mixtape...called georgia... bush. its ill as fuck...ill post up the lyrics but youre not gonna get the full effect unless you download it...
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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 our troops
look at all the bullshit we been through
had a nigga sittin on top of them roofs
Hurricane Katrina we shoulda 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 survivors to do
got no trailer you got to move
now it’s on to Texas and to Georgia…
They tell you what they want
tell 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 killers in my home
niggas 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 folks who live by the levee
that keep on telling me they heard explosions
same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy in 1965
I ain’t too young to know this
that was President Johnson
but now it's Georgia…Bush!
We from a town where everybody drowneded
Everybody died but baby I’m still praying wit’ cha!
Everybody cried but ain’t nobody tried
there’s no doubt on my mind it was Georgia…Bush!
We from a town where everybody drowneded
Everybody died but baby I’m still praying wit’ cha!
Everybody cried but ain’t nobody tried
there’s no doubt on my mind it was Georgia…Bush!
I was born in a 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 you gotta have paper if you tryin’ to come back
niggas thinking it’s a wrap
see we can’t hustle in they trap
we ain’t from Georgia…
It’s them dead bodies
the lost houses
the mayor says don’t worry bout it
and the children have been scorned
no one’s here to care bout them
fat shout to all the rappers that helped out
yeah wed like to thank all of yall
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. Tigger he died in the storm
but fuck President Georgia…Bush!
See us in the city man
give us a pound
if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two jacks but lost both them bitches
I’m from the N.O….the N.O….
We from a town where everybody drowneded
Everybody died but baby I’m still praying wit’ cha!
Everybody cryin’ but ain’t nobody tryin’
there’s no doubt on my mind it was Georgia…Bush!
We from a town where everybody drowneded
Everybody died but baby I’m still praying wit’ cha!
Everybody cryin’ but ain’t nobody tryin’
there’s no doubt on my mind it was Georgia…Bush!
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also like RIGHT after this on the same mixtape there's a hidden track which is him freestyling over a tupac beat... its NASTY...
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Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, muthafucka get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds in my wrist
Yep, I'm a muthafuckin trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand get you twenty eight grams
If you talkin 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 bedspring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, tryin keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, knapsack, 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 lookin like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguin'
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause it, so keep ya 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 two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon 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 preacher, 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 the topic of this evenin, hotter than a tub steamin
Gotcha girlfriend dreamin of one day bein Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl drivin, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that muthafuckin ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and a 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 Row
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 hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price risin for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
Yeah...
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download "georgia... bush". if its the seven minute long one it will have both of these on it. go listen to that...listen not read...
you may still think jay is better but if you come back saying lil wayne is wack youre fucking retarded...
and this is two songs...in a row...off a MIXTAPE...
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Got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then...
drugs and mac-10's...hugs from fake friends..."
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i'm not attracted to women...
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