Lost Boys Feat Lil Wayne

Howdy do mother [bad word] its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz [bad word] and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the [bad word] 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 [bad word] hummin,
Don't let that bird [bad word]  he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a [bad word] in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest [bad word] doin it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy [bad word] niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys [bad word]  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 niggaz 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 [bad word] fee.

See every mother [bad word] 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 kill him bring the [bad word] to me, yea.
Don't miss, you [bad word] with the hit man,
Kidnap a [bad word] 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 - [bad word] say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the [bad word] 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*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then [bad word] your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember [bad word]  just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the [bad word] 
Suckin on the [bad word]  had the hooker beggin for the [bad word] And your moms ain't ugly love; my [bad word] 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)