Lyrics:

Yo, SB. I think it's 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

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gone do when a bitch 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 your throne
I done flipped the trunk on her
They screamin', '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 gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard!

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 bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians
Or a real real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9
Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersex line
Hit 'em with a tommy so my niggas 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 with 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 with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
Fuck 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 bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
Bitches 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 bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki
This is for my niggas whellying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis (?)
This is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinsky
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?
Bet I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'm a 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-tition. I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard!

Lil Wayne:
From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me just like vibe and no water
Better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say shit
When the gun on his lip, and I don't say shit put the gun
On my hip. so I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm that just a summa bitch
I still got that bitch cum on my lips
It yee ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't cover my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic, but I can still
Make you tumble and flip
You fuckin' with me if you fuckin' with Nick
It ain't fuckin' with me it ain't fuckin' with Nick
Your girlfriend, her decision is split
'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick
They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick, as long as she be fuckin' rich
That's why I keep my Le Bitch (?) cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
Young Money Dungeon, bitch. my swagger just punch a bitch
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 shit
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bitch

Wish you could get rid of Young Money
Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?
Bet I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'm a go hard
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in your 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-tition. I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go, go, go, go hard!