This is a song recorded by Gudda Gudda feat. Lil Wayne off Gudda’s "Back 2 Guddaville" mixtape released sometime in April.

Carl Lilly, better known by his stage name Gudda Gudda is a rapper from New Orleans. He used to be part of the Hip Hop group “Sqad Up” along with fellow Young Money members Lil Wayne and T-Streets.



Gudda Gudda - Small Thing To A Giant Lyrics and Video

[Gudda Gudda]
Im bout that drama,You f-cking with tha cannon n-gga
Got a gangsta grill yellow diamonds when I rambo n-gga
So dont cross we got ammo like Rambo n-gga
Lifes a gamble you craped out you bad gambling n-gga
N-gga moving fast gotta pump the brakes on em
They better pump em fast before I beat the brakes off em
My goons real hungry looking for a big break
And you’s a real phony looking like a big steak
So get your sh-t straight, Before I grab this big ape
Hit you in your left eye now you cant see sh-t straight
Ray Charles n-gga blind to the fact
While you was in your class, I was grinding and getting scratched
The knife grind you and you scratched
Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings
Imma fly you with the pack,Uh
These little n-ggas got the nerves
These n-ggas under me
I put you under my wing, n-gga you’s a son to me

[Chorus - Gudda]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, Guess What?, Streets off paper
And me, Im praying for probation
Like my ancestors prayed for segregation
Imma predator when I pray, I dont mean meditation
I mean vegetation, F-ck the Feds and f-ck the Federation
And every agent, Man I want an Asian, Sex her like a geisha
Get up in her stomach like Ignacio, Let me stop
Naa let me keep going,C4ing,We blowing
Up you better be detouring if we touring then she snoring cause he boring
Shorty need a refund bring it back
And when it comes to me she pre-ordering and reordering and reordering
And I be ballin and Im free falling and I sleep out of that p-ssy
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And when she lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com calling I don’t answer
But she keep calling and keep calling
And we ballin like we ballin
As a matter of fact like street ballin
We evolving, They dissolving
Cincinatti Reds hat, Red black
Cops find your body but they dont know where your head at
Uh, Im goin in like wet p-ssy, No money, That sound like debt to me
Bitch I dont give a motherf-ck
Yea Im leanin, Bout to pour me up another cup
Yea Im high, Bout to roll me up another blunt
I rolled a Biggie Smalls…Heres another one
Im in love with Wayne, Long hair don’t care
Bitch call me Rick James, Hahaha
Weezy that n-gga, And dont forget da baby you f-cking babysitter

[Chorus - Weezy]
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
Small thing to a giant
And this a small thing to a giant

[Gudda Gudda]
Im goin in like Im goin home
20 thousand on my wrist and my neck thats my rolling stone
Went from being broke to not a pot to piss in
Now I gotta pocket full of dead politicians
Stop n-gga listen
Cause Imma bout to rape the game down
No toilet paper on me while Im sh-tting
Fly boy hover over n-ggas like a flying saucer
YMOB, Dont make me call the bosses
YM gon eat and run like break-fast
Been running for too long its time to take cash
And Imma smoke the game cause no air kills
And for the money I eat beats up like bear grylls
Bitches love me when they stare I give them rare chills
But money is over her, She cant see in a pair of heels
Young n-gga bout to bleed the game
Throw a stack at dem hoes and tell em keep the change
Gasoline flow light the match, Watch it spark
Fire jumpin off my lips everytime I talk
Living legend in the flesh, Im the champ yes
Im serving n-ggas like my name is Pete Sampras
Get hyphy if you want and Imma shake them dreads
And go dumb with the tool upside your head
Who want it? You get em,I taunt em
Take all his money then I take a sh-t on him
Your whole click is phony, My little ponys
Gudda walk alone and sh-t my shadow is my army
Why I need a n-gga when I got my tool on me
My little buddy got bullets like the army
Military thoughts like I trained with Al-Qaida
Raid a n-ggas crib with a box cutter razor
Look, So bow down to the chief the the champ
Dictator in the streets n-gga signed and stamped
Gudda!

This is a song recorded by Young Money rapper Gudda Gudda feat. Lil Wayne off Gudda’s upcoming mixtape, "Back 2 Guddaville".

Gudda Gudda - I Don't Like The Look Lyrics and Video

[Gudda]
Ok Im sippin on the syrup
Got a n-gga moving slow
I’m all about the money
What the f-ck you think I do it for
B-tch don’t act like you don’t know
I’m killing all these rap n-ggas
Custom made caskets for you muthaf-cka funerals
Keep the women with me
Sh-t I gotta keep like two or more
Party everyday like we won the f-cking Superbowl
Chillin wit my n-gga Mack, he keep b-tches handy
White girl on the table love them sniff nose candy
When I’m walking by the women say ” Who is that n-gga?”
I replied “Hi,I am Gudda Gudda that n-gga”
I was raised in the home of da Cap Splitters
Whip on 24’s watch it crawl like a caterpillar
I come with a toy boy like a Happy Meal
And yous a muthaf-ckin’ duck, Daffy Dill
I’m from the school of Hard Knocks, where we scrap and kill
Pick the knife or gunner, you can get the package deal
I’m hot n-gga, burning everything around me
I was lost for a minute took a while but I found me
The streets say I’m King but the game will never crown me
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Realist n-gga doin it just ask the n-ggas around me
So you cant size me up or try to clown uh
Shark in the water jump in and Imma drown ya
New Orleans n-gga, Gun out, Imma down ya
Put n-ggas to sleep like a muthaf-ckin’ downer
Imma Great White, yous a flounder
Fish and a b-tch I tuna eveything around ya
U-Haul Gudda, moving everything around ya
It’s Young Money Bitch
At the top is where they found us

[Lil Wayne]
Uhh, Goons on deck
Marley don’t shoot em’
Silence on the gun
Watch a n-gga mute em’
The coach in the booth
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n-ggas, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain’t playin’ wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha choppa spin him round, like a ballerina
B-tch I’m still spittin like I ate a Jalapeño
I’m from uptown, my bitch from Argentina
My pockets on fat like Joey Cartagena
Stunt so hard, it’s all y’all fault
And when it come to beef give me A1 Sauce
I ain’t worryin bout sh-t, Everything paid out
You could catch me courtside in Dwayne Wade’s house
Wit a high yellow thick b-tch wit her legs out
Cash Money president but we in a red house
Who the f-ck want it? Make my f-ckin’ day
I blow your candles out, now n-gga cut that cake
I gotta eat bitches, like a run-away
Y’all n-ggas ain’t eatin, stomach ache
Ok, all these b-tches, And n-ggas still hatin
I used to be ballin’, But now I’m Bill Gate’n
F-ckin with my iPhone, bumpin Illmatic
I’m on the road to riches, there’s just a lil traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin is a habbit
Keep my guitar, Hip-Hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad b-tches and I f-ck em like rabbits
Dope d-ck Weezy, ya girlfriend an addict, Uhh