[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, SB,I think it's my time
You know why? My tears have dried
And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
Young Money
[Hook 1: Nicki Minaj]
If you could, you would get rid of me
f** you gone do when a b**h try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'mma go hard
If you was as real as me you would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now, they screaming, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm still the one to beat
Ain't in a rush for mainstream, I am the streets
I am getting it in until the end I gotta go
Go, go hard!
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Carter called, lemme get the car key,you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquee, everything sparkly(Man down!) Hit him on the walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in, my name ring bells, b**h buzz me in (BZZZZ!)
And I only stop for pedestrians (Oh!) Or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the MAC, hit 'em with the TEC-nine,hit 'em with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my n***as call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy, in the trunk or in the Lamby (O-WAH!
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-a
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you could-a
I represent all the girls that stood up (Uhn!)
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (Oh..)
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups (One, two! "Breathes")
Doing the scissor-leg, on the mat, with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my b**hes did up
Now I'm telling LA Reid, to step his bid up
And I'm telling President Carter, he picked a winner,b**hes like Nelly and Kelly, got a dilemma
These birds all fly south, in the winter
f** I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'mma be the queen, no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
I'm a bad b**h, no muzzle
Singing: (Aha-uh, aha-uh, aha-uh, ah-ah-ah-ah, aha-uh, aha-uh, aha-uh)
No muuuuz-zlllllle, hahahaha
b**hes is softer than Al Dente,cut from a different kente
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have these rap b**hes for dinner
This is for my gentlemen, in bu*ton-ups, and khakis
This is for my n***a, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my n***as, wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out, to the Vackee's, Saltfish Ackees
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling, kinda co*ky
Winter Wonderland, is on my hand, it's kind of rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj, or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand, on the 6-speed
Write my own raps, I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
[Hook 2: Nicki Minaj]
If you could, you would get rid of me
f** you gone do when a b**h try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'mma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now
They screaming, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, I gots to win
I'm still looking around for my competition
I am getting it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go
Go hard!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these b**hes know me just like Bobby know water
Better yet, like Bubba know shrimp, but he don't say sh** when the gun on his lip
And I don't say sh**, put the gun on my hip, so I don't say sh** but the gun on my hip
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship, check out how them b**hes just run on my dick
And me, I'm still nasty as a son of a b**h, I still got that b**h cum on my lips
If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip, and if you got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal; no Olympic, but I can still make you tumble and flip
You f**ing with me if you f**ing with Nic, they ain't f**ing with me, they ain't f**ing with Nic
Your girlfriend her decision is split cause she wanna f** me and she wanna f** Nic
They wonder if he be f**ing Nic, as long as she be f**ing rich
That's why I keep my luggage cause I swear y'alls a f**ing trip
Young Money dungeon b**h, my swagger is punching b**h
And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun "Gunovich"
Weezy F Baby and the 'F' is for a bunch of sh**
Red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, I love my country, b**h
[Hook 3: Nicki Minaj]
Wish you could get rid of Young Money
f** you gone do when a b**h try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'mma go hard
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now
They screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I will, I gots to win
I'm still lookin' around for my competition
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard