Lil Wayne — Dead Bodies

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Young Mula Baby Money on my mind (what the) fuck a nigga thought? He ain't even thank He didn't even see me with the pistol in the shade Walked up to him put the pistol to his tank Pussy nigga faint Pick that pussy up Naw let him lay Where I'm from we see a fuckin dead body everyday [x3] Hammer in the draws Hammer in drawers And ya'll ain't nothin but nails in the wall Posters, holsters Empty like a muthafucka Off my hip, clip empty like a muthfucka Hehe, ok simply I'm a bug- lover It's fly carter, duckin the fly swatter Simply, I'm a muhfucka Pimpin' ain't dead, because I'm pimpin like a muhfucka Now where ya ho at? Wipe ya feet on the door mat I'm a bring in, no back Like em to go with no back I'm a-go forward, the top can get lower, them hoes 'gon get cut Like a sword, I know it You ain't gotta tell me I already smell it You pussy niggas eatin' peanut butter and jellys Ya los' like angeles But you can find me in the white tan Ellis Just like Van Halen I'm a rock out bitch I'm a wear that Glock like a fucking outfit I don't care what you know You ain't no nothin' 'bout this And I hope your ass choke when you suck my dick [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Ok, I’m strapped up Im strapped up, downtown many acts straight jackets ain’t strapped up And scrappin we could do, see scrappin what we do And I’m like let me at em! Call me Scrappy Doo Hazardous to scrap with you I ain't lookin stupid You beat me? Too bad, bitch, I’m comin back shootin! Fool I’m a fool, I do what I do It’s like fixing broke cars, which tools i'mma use? Tha Tech or the Uz, the Mac or the Rug Catch you when it’s just you, You’re like “it wasn’t just you!” I guess i’m just to real for niggas to adjust to Fuck me? Naw bend over nigga, fuck you See I know what’s what, who’s who, and who is you Move you lose you move an inch and more ligaments that you could lose I’ll put you on the 10 O'clock news One, two, buckle ya shoes Here come the Kid who Ooo gloves Uz will fill up your old wounds Dudes using more tools than Tim from Home Improve Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes Don’t play with him cuz shoot he’ll shoot I’m loose as a goose on that goose with them hoes I’m playin duck duck goose, boy I’m slick like mouse I’m tha truth not a fluke I’m a murderer, Fuck you! Put niggas on mute like