[Intro: Mack Maine]

What up, bitch, I'm Mack Maine

And this Young Money

Lil brotha get 'em

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Straight out the hood, a young hoodlum

Done what I shouldn't, did what they say I couldn't

Hid where all the killers hid at

Hung where the other hustlers slung at

Waiting on the get back

Get that

Flip that

Debating on the mix match

Switch that from dope to coke, I'm blowin' up fast

Now you niggas is slowing up fast

(secret weapons) ("I can hear myself but I can't feel myself, I wanna feel myself like tweet!")

Now my niggas is blowin' up aves

If I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cash

Rollin' up, stepping outta the Phantom's ass

Put your lighters away, you're talking to a can of gas

There's nothing to say no matter who comes to ask

And murder ain't funny but we do love to laugh

Shit, we just living, take money take baths

Take a nigga bitch and fuck her

And send her back wit' nothing

Now isn't that disgusting?

Give him back his sister, give him back his cousin

Yeah, go make a stack or something

Go and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin'

Yeah and to end that discussion

I been had strength, I just got the muscle

Fuck ya, this that 'n' the other

I see my people struggle, wish that they wasn't

The government try to put us in a muzzle

But your two fingers ain't the pieces to the puzzle

Shit, say to each his own hustle

And I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin'

Then wake up to the fuckin'

Breakfast in bed, don't forget my English muffin

Hawaiian punch tastes like Robitussin

A nigga just livin', just breathin', just puffin'

Come on, mama, drop down and curl up

Dick millimeter, cock back and murder

Aye señorita, we cannot go any further

If my girl catch us both in the spot she will murk us

Pussy niggas talkin' all that slop we will murk 'cause

Hungry ass niggas, I tote two hamburgers

Who want beef? Who want beef?

I bring it to your front door and now you seem nervous

Two seater swervin'

Traffic to hell wit' it

Shit, you can't die with it, can't go to jail with it

Might as well wild in it, passin' and feelin' it

Me, I excel, fishtail and tail whip it

Give them niggas somethin' to tell them bitches

Smellin' like money at a full court scrimmage

The fam at the table got a four course dinner

Young Money, Cash Money, dump confetti on the winner

And yet he understood us so when we told 'em break it off

'Cause gangstas don't talk, one word'll be a war

And yo' platoon can't handle the destruction

Hard body baby, killin' sound like seduction

Them niggas chase dope, bitches follow the instructions

Sometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the oven

So tell the public I'ma do my thing

Just as soon as I hear dat bing

Gotta come in

Comin' up

You niggas just runner ups

And runnin' up'll get you in that wheelchair forever

It's whatever

I'm still here forever

'Cause the lil' nigga better than all you niggas together

I'm gone