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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lead Vocals
Willie Tee
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilson Turbinton
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Gregory Green
Songwriter
Sean Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Andrews Correa
Recording Engineer
Patrick Magee
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
The Heatmakerz
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, hard body, hard body
Carter, Carter, Carter
Yeah, let's go
Cash Money, Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide
Word to my momma, I'm gonna continue bombing
Told her getting out the game is like coming out of a coma
I'm trying, but I'm normal when this rap shit gets boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (please)
And the beat keep crying, and I'm gonna keep beating her
Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up
I made enough, I ain't make shit (nah)
So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (nigga)
Breakfast, yes, let's eat, wipe you mouth when you finished (yeah)
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
No beginner to the criminal activity (come on)
Fuck with them they rushing in
Like Seminoles, Indians, no bow and arrows, Harold
Just Ninas, Gina, just choppers, Robert
Carter II, tell me how is you gonna stop a riot
I lock and seal it, I'm the best I could feel it (yeah!)
I'm in the lead, I can pop a wheelie (got 'em!)
Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (go!)
I'm here motherfucker make room, boom!
Young Tune, the big kahuna (yeah)
It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (yeah)
Better now than sooner (yeah), junior
Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (hah)
I ain't going nowhere special, I won't never leave (uh-huh)
Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (you know)
Can't get rid of me (uh-uh), not little me (no)
Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B)
I'm hungry like I didn't eat (yeah)
I want it like I didn't see a mil' before 17 (boy)
What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?)
You pups can't keep up with the Pedigree (get back)
Catch me where the weather be, somewhere in the seventies
Call myself settling, palm trees, Promethezine, but what's new?
Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (yeah)
Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (fuck 'em)
So how you wanna do it, baby, we can get it
All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it
Money and murder, you my nigga, my jelly preserver
I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah
Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it
'Cause every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah
Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah
The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished
Then they pay homage when did they find it but
Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so
They don't forget it, I underline it, and
I'm in the sky when the thunder's crying youngin'
I been through all that, I done, done what you saying
I put it down when the other was playing (yeah)
When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders
Stole food from the bears, and bought it back to the lions (yeah)
Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (yeah)
Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah
Start 'em, ignite 'em (yeah), I walk through fire
Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah
Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (yeah)
Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (damn)
I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga
Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (nothin')
Fork in the road, I'm always going right
Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (woah)
We can't see, but we're gonna make it to the finish line
It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (hut)
Touchdown, check the scoreboard, gimme mines
Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
Damn, then one more to the face (bah)
Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (yeah)
I'm made, straight mafia shit
Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (yeah)
And the obvious shit
If I talk about my robbery they probably get rich
So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit
And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (right here), I'm chestin' up
I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (woah)
See you fucking up the money, baby, and that ain't good business
You starting to look like a witness (fuck 'em)
And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (yeah)
The hustlers and the hoes (yeah)
Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No
'Cause Wayne thinks silent (ah), Wayne'll never fold (uh-uh)
You heard it right here if the game was ever told (nigga)
Lift up you toes and look under a rug
Trust me, that's history under all that dust
So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (who?)
Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (yeah)
Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt
Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut
But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch
That's real shit if you ever seen such, church
Tha Mobb
Nigga
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Seon Thomas, Gregory Green, Wilson Turbinton
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