Lil Wayne - Lost Boys lyrics

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)