Verse 1:
What ya mammie told ya
Bout ****** round with them soldiers
Told you I'll be back, I'm comin
I got that Tommy Lasorda
That's blood all over ya sofas
Blood all over ya posters
Blood all over ya shoulders
Blood all over the strollers
Do that *******t, I done that *******t
It's Weezy baby, he's a baby
But that ****** run that *******t
Make that money come back quick
Take that money from that *******
She know what it be, M.O.B.
Pistol right there in my reach
You know what it be, him or me
******* know when that limo leave
Two words, room key
Where, pimp house suite
Where, not a damn thing
I'm here, botta bam bing
My hand bling, my wrist bling
My neck bling, my ear bling
Super Bowl ring *******
Cash Money, Young Money
Super Bowl team *******
Money, money, money, money
I'm true to those things *******
You with those ******* hoes
I shoot at those queens *******
This is New Orleans *******
Murder, **** fein *******t
Verse Two:
What ya Pappi told you
Bout ****** round with them soldiers
I told you I'm coming back
I got that Tommy Mottola
That's blood all over ya Rover
Blood all over ya shofer
Blood all over ya loafers
If I get any closer
That's blood all over my toaster
Blood all over my holdster
I'm in them S dots
That's blood all over my Hovas
******
I'm hustlin with a motive 
My ******s need me
And that tiger in my pocket say "feed me"
It's greedy
See them ******s, jack them ******s
Kill them ******s, wack them ******s
Asks them bithces, ask them ******s
Weezy baby, that's the ******
Catch me ma*******n in a V
Matchin seats, matchin feet
Sheesh, that ******* to sweet for the street
Got that key, fittin to leave
If he fittin to beef
No need to speak
Let it be what it be
******s want peace
I'll make them leave here
Piece by piece
****** me, ****** you
What it is, what it do
I been ready since 81
And I was born in 82
Hollygrove where I'm from
But we call that bithc the zoo
I ain't never trust a *******
Since she ate that forbidden fruit
Sucker free, sucker proof
50 shots, cut em loose
Quarterback, Weezy baby
Shotgun, run and shoot
Coming through
Youngin do what youngin do
Ball baby
At home fornicating
Homie by the phone waitin
God damn
I am 
A man
The man
The mo, therfuc, king pre, sident
*******