(Lil' Wayne talking)
So you made it, this far, hm hmm. We upstairs, I let you up here. You special. Marley, don't shoot 'em. hm hmm. You know what this is, still Tha Carter II people, it's still Tha Carter II people. Yeah, you still in Tha Carter II people, hey!

Lil' Wayne:

Yeah, all I have in this world is a pistol and a promise, a fist full of dollars,
A list full of problems, I address them like P.O. boxes,
Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole Cockpit,
Gangsta Gumbo, I serve 'em a pot of it,
I'm wealthy still fuckin' wit that block shit,
Wet ya ass up head to feet 'til ya sock drip,
Don't slip you might fall and bust ya ass,
No snakes at Tha Carter tell the gardener 'cut the grass',
I hear 'em but they talkin' under masks,
Stop throwin' pebbles at a bulletproof glass,
That's Cash Money honey-pie we ain't runnin' we on high screamin' 'fuck the other side',
Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grounds I put ya heart on it, and walk on it,
The chalk for the art homie, how they trace ya after I erase ya,
Look around, we at war and you still in preparation,
I'm ridin for them reparations, no patience,
Slow paper is better than no paper,
Fast money don't last too long you gotta pace it,
You gotta know that paper, if you got it from a caper gotta blow that paper, gotta know that,
Photophobia, no Kodak moments, Fed's walls wit my pictures on 'em, naw!
I ain't even in the school yearbook, I don't do too much posin' got a cool killer look, ah,
Career crook, get ya career took,
I'm back like a brazier hook, bitch cheer,
Camouflage ya gear, the hunter's here,
Better play it by ear, you ain't nothin' but a deer around here, and this year is Tha Carter,
Serve it while its hot out the pot to ya momma,
And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter,
But get ya boys in dippin' sauce I want the whole enchalada,
I got 'em by the collar watch me drop 'em
on they head at the bottom,
You ain't gotta shoot 'em cuz I already shot 'em,
And I ain't gotta get 'em cuz I already got 'em, get 'em!