Yeah... hard body (hard body)
Carter carter carter yeah
Lets go

Cash Money Young Money motherfuck the other side
They can fuck with us if they want I bring em homicide
Word to my momma Im gonna continue bombing
Til they getting out the game its like coming out of a coma
Im tryin... but Im normal when this rap shit gets boring
All I ask is that you pray for me (please)
And the beat keep crying and Im gonna keep beating her
Fee Im fucking her Im deep in her sleep in her
And what happens when the reaper come (huh?)
Im just hoping that he sends that elevator up
I made enough I aint meant shit
So while Im here Im gonna take that and take this (nigga!)
Breakfast yes lets eat wipe you mouth when you finished
Then hunt for the lunch and dinner no beginner
To the criminal activity fuck with them they rushing in
Like Seminoles Indians no bow and arrows Harold
Just leaners Cheena just choppers Robert
Carter II tell me how is you gonna stop a riot
I lock and seal it up the best I could feel it (yeah!)
Im in the lead I can pop a wheelie (got em!)
Not for rookies late bloomers stay in the womb (GO!)
Im here motherfucker make room... BOOM!
Young Tune the big kahuna
Its my ocean baby you all niggas is tuna
Better now than sooner junior
Fly around you city try tryna take a number two on you
I aint going nowhere special I wont never leave
Shit Im already a legend if I ever leave
Game get rid of me? Not little me
Man I got em Im gonna get em B (I got em B)
Im hungry like I didnt eat
I want it like I didnt see a meal before seventeen
What the fuck you niggas telling me?
You pups cant keep up with the Pedigree