Howdy do mother f**az its Weezy Baby,
n***az b**hin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the f**in O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them b**hes hummin,
Don't let that bird sh**, he got a weak stomach.
n***az know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a n***a in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest n***a doin it,
Bet that baby.
These other n***az dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy a** n***az slip and fall into a d**h trap.
Them boys p**y, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my howl on.
Some n***az cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If you can't pay the fee,
Shout out my n***a fee.
See every mother f**er at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't k** him bring the n***a to me, yea.
Don't miss, you f**in with the hit man,
Kidnap a n***a make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherf**er say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the b**h in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
The visa, kapeesha? i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like camacho, i got so
Much style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} n***az need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then f** your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember sh**! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
s**in on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)