[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Shooting till my mother f**ing hand fall off
Ya track-stars; the gun shot ran y'all off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can k** y'all and y'all boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You f**ing with the drum major don't make me play you the anthem
Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
I say bang bang, b**h I make you feel every letter
B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G
We spray then leave
We play when we no
We play N-E-
V-E-R; C.P.R
Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy
Young Money mother f**er these these boys
b**h is you crazy?
We's retards
Watch Nina, Mac and Tommy have a brief menage
Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
Soulja Boy on the beat
But you can call me Chef Boyardee
Cause I'mma heat this sh**
And I'mma eat this sh**
Planet earth is my toilet you're beneath this sh**
Then I flush and wipe my a**
Gunslinger like a pa**
I co*k back and throw a bomb; now Hail Mary
Your tailfary fairytale very frail
And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
Let them sail up the river with that ho sh**
Or leave them face down in the f**ing ocean
I ain't on no other sh** b**h I'm on some more sh**
That 'Hello how you doing? I am at your front door sh**'
That 'Aww naw he got a gun oh sh**. sh**.'...sh**
[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
Okay, it's Young Money what you know about it?
The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it
And all that fronting sh** n***a I don't know about it
Call me Master J, b**h I'm so about it
Even my ho about it, and don't doubt it
Cause we both would be Angelina and Brad'n
Spazzin' and blastlin', blastin' and rattitatin'
And nah I don't cook but like potatoes I'll mash them
I don't give a f** about your money or your fashion
Shots through the window of your brand new Ashton
You get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin'
Pawn box n***as no crutches no casts
No wheel chair just the two door long black wagon
Flowers on the side and four wheels to steer
I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care
So f** what they doing over there I'm doing it here
You're nothing like me f** boy don't be outlandish
We gorillas in the mist y'all just some Kung-Fu Pandas
Sweet like Fantas, my blood is the same as Bruce Banners
Hit record on the cameras mother f** all the bullsh**ting antics
They saying he ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne, that's a disadvantage
Being broke is a foreign language for me like Spanish
Musically we direct thrillers, call me John Landis
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda]
It's the 504 slaughter house blood bath
Little n***a stand tall like a giraffe
One man gang animal, cannibal
Eat rappers for dinner my nickname Hannibal
Guns for days I show you what this cannon do
Hit you split your mothaf**ing man in two
I grab the chopper South Park that's how I hold the toy
I aim and crank that b**h like Soulja Boy
I'm in the streets one deep I can hold my own
And sh**, it's only one seat and I control the throne
Look, b**h, I'm on my crazy a** sh**
You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips
Watch your lips when talking
Cause I be on grave n***a leaking in your coffin
Rest in piss
When I die, let me rest with clips
Rambo, I'mma go out on my Sylvester sh**, bang!