[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Let's pray for the people we just lost.
Goddammit, say!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side,
Mr. Always High, but, nigga, you can call me Slime.
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Drippin' Avianne, Fiji, I'm a water slide,
Pockets fatter than a greedy nigga on a diet,
Nina on my side, but she say you can call her Nine,
Divas on my side, so many they could form a line,
Strippers on my side and I got 'em performin' live,
Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side.
Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind,
Cita, that's my moms, only had her and Father Time,
Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize,
Numbers don't lie, the Number One Stun– Never mind.
Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like konnichiwa,
Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policia,
Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons,
Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message.
[Swizz Beatz:]
Here we go, here we go!
Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side,
Pistol on my side, talkin' 'bout the Army kind,
Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass it like policia,
Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like konnichiwa,
Pistol on my side, you don't want that thing to scream at cha,
Laughin' when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian.
Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media,
Clips longer than encyclopedias, you's readin' 'em,
Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium,
We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and then repeatin' 'em.
Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine,
Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfin',
Gang ride or die, like we sittin' on Harley's,
Let the thing talk like it's sittin' on Maury.
Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can't be stressin',
Ugh, ugh, ugh, that bitch moody, you may leave a message,
Pew-pew- pew to his chest, give him three presses,
Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message.
[Swizz Beatz:]
Here we go! Weezy!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job,
Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job.