[Nicki Talking]
Yo, SB. I think its 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.
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screaming, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
ain't in a rush from these streets
i am the streets. i am getting it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 1 - Nicki]
Carter called, lemme get the car key, you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down!) hit em on a walkie-talkie.
hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in. my name ring bells b**** buzz me in
and i only stop for pedestrians, or a real real bad l******.
hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9, hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex line. hit em wit a tommy so my n***** call me Kimmy and i always the jammy in the trunka of the lamby(?)
put my whole burrough on my back and i'm gooda, i don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
i represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.
now i'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups, doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.
young black pin-up, all of my b****** did up, now i'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.
and i'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner, b****** like nelly and kelly got a dilemma
these birds all fly south in the winter, f*** i look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
you can hate me, but why knock my hustle; i'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle. i'm a bad b**** no muscle. (no muscle).
b****** is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kenta. 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 the rap b****** for dinner.
this is for my gentlemen in b***on-ups and khakis
this is for my n**** 7-up in Castaki
this is for my n***** whellying them Kawasakis
shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis.(?)
this is to my fans, unless i'm feeling kinda c***y.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, its kinda rocky.
i am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.
pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.
write my own raps i gotta go, i gotta get me (gotta get me.)
OOhhh!
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, i gots to win.
i'm still lookin around for my
com-pe-t**ion. i am gettin it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
from slap-and-cry you start to die, so i must go harder.
gotta make these b****** know me just like Bobby no water.
better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say s***
when the gun on his lip, and i don't say s*** put the gun
on my hip. so i don't say s*** but the gun on my hip.
if you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
check out how them b****** just run on my d***
and me, i'm nasty as a son of a b****.
i still got that b**** c** on my lips
it yee ain got money, don't come on my strip
and if ya got money, don't cover my strip
i wear that medal, no olympic, but i can still
make you tumble and flip
you f***** wit me if you f***** wit Nick
it ain't f***** wit me it ain't f***** wit Nick
your girlfriend, her descision is split
cuz she wanna f*** me and she wanna f*** Nick
they wonder if he be f***** Nick, as long as she be f***** rich
thats why i keep my luggage cuz, i swear yall's a f***** trip.
Young Money Dungeon, b****. my swagger just punch a b****
and i shoot like i'm from over-seas, so call my gun, "Gunovich"
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of s***
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country b****.
(Wayne: yeah!... guitar.)
[Chorus]
Wish you could get rid of Young Money,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, i gots to win.
i'm still lookin around for my
com-pe-t**ion. i am gettin it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
Yo, SB. I think its 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.
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screaming, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
ain't in a rush from these streets
i am the streets. i am getting it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 1 - Nicki]
Carter called, lemme get the car key, you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down!) hit em on a walkie-talkie.
hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in. my name ring bells b**** buzz me in
and i only stop for pedestrians, or a real real bad l******.
hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9, hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex line. hit em wit a tommy so my n***** call me Kimmy and i always the jammy in the trunka of the lamby(?)
put my whole burrough on my back and i'm gooda, i don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
i represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.
now i'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups, doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.
young black pin-up, all of my b****** did up, now i'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.
and i'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner, b****** like nelly and kelly got a dilemma
these birds all fly south in the winter, f*** i look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
you can hate me, but why knock my hustle; i'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle. i'm a bad b**** no muscle. (no muscle).
b****** is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kenta. 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 the rap b****** for dinner.
this is for my gentlemen in b***on-ups and khakis
this is for my n**** 7-up in Castaki
this is for my n***** whellying them Kawasakis
shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis.(?)
this is to my fans, unless i'm feeling kinda c***y.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, its kinda rocky.
i am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.
pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.
write my own raps i gotta go, i gotta get me (gotta get me.)
OOhhh!
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, i gots to win.
i'm still lookin around for my
com-pe-t**ion. i am gettin it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
from slap-and-cry you start to die, so i must go harder.
gotta make these b****** know me just like Bobby no water.
better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say s***
when the gun on his lip, and i don't say s*** put the gun
on my hip. so i don't say s*** but the gun on my hip.
if you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
check out how them b****** just run on my d***
and me, i'm nasty as a son of a b****.
i still got that b**** c** on my lips
it yee ain got money, don't come on my strip
and if ya got money, don't cover my strip
i wear that medal, no olympic, but i can still
make you tumble and flip
you f***** wit me if you f***** wit Nick
it ain't f***** wit me it ain't f***** wit Nick
your girlfriend, her descision is split
cuz she wanna f*** me and she wanna f*** Nick
they wonder if he be f***** Nick, as long as she be f***** rich
thats why i keep my luggage cuz, i swear yall's a f***** trip.
Young Money Dungeon, b****. my swagger just punch a b****
and i shoot like i'm from over-seas, so call my gun, "Gunovich"
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of s***
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country b****.
(Wayne: yeah!... guitar.)
[Chorus]
Wish you could get rid of Young Money,
f*** you gone do when a b**** try to go hard?
bet i won't let you get to me (to me)
you should already figure i'ma go hard.
if you was as real as me you would never
let another girl sit in yo throne.
i done flipped the trunk on her,
they screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, i gots to win.
i'm still lookin around for my
com-pe-t**ion. i am gettin it in until the end
i gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD!