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1. _ You Want War
[Lil' Wayne] Aw aw Aw aw! Aw aw!! Peep me out, look! Head bustin', black fatigues So blunted, 400 degreez, it's sweet Nigga, respect me When you see tha left hand buggin', nigga, respect it But if you see tha left hand bustin', nigga, your disrespectin' Took one to tha chest, I never die, I'm tha same brotha Jump out and shoot K's, let 'em fly, I'm tha same brotha It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brotha Disconnect a boy like a damn change number Uhhh, hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude VanDamme About'chu, 'cause we don't play around Bring tha K around, spray tha town, take tha ground Take tha ground that you walk on Tap tha phones that you talk on Jam ya up and take your arms off I hit you twice with tha sawed-off And your nigga just watch your head fall off... fall off You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what) I bust tha three-six until tha damn drum bust (what) I hit tha hood, (I hit tha hood) be up in all black, (be in all black) numb-nut I run up in your house with a tommy gun, what I'm standin' there like all mine Run through your click like a weak defensive line Doggy fresh [Turk] You want war, nigga, let's beef... beef We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet Through your air (through your air) leave ya burnin' like heat What ya.. know, I'm tha one from tha T.C. Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G) On fire, nigga, label, that's a HB And if I can't kill you.. killin' your family (family) Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V) Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB And I know you all know about Slim and B We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G And the Baby still servin' niggas for ten a key... nigga [Lil' Wayne] Aw, aw, aw, look Call me big baller, Big Tymer, big pockets Call me big stunter, big stick, or big body Call me that lil' nigga with tha Role... fulla diamonds Call me tha number one Hot Boy on fire Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'ma holler With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem Ler him know if he come at me bad, then I'ma chop him Ch-uh.. chop him Put tha flame to him All of a sudden tha thing hits straight through him 'Cause I'm tha same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings But since I use ta be.. doin' tha best at thangs That mean I gotta wear a vest that day I really think them niggas jealous... of tha sparkle in my necklace He ain't ready.. he ain't ready more free lyrics |
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2. _ Intro (feat. Big Tymers)
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3. _ Fuck The World
Look, look, look A young nigga screamin fuck the world and let 'em die Behind tints, tryna' duck the world and smokin rie Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat I'm tryna' stay under intoxication 'Cause I lost my father, and got an order, plus I'm on probation I'm drinkin liquor like it's water, gettin pissy drunk And stayin away from them lil' broads that tryin to give me some I keep a chopper in the trunk and my heat on my wasteline Duckin the law, 'cause I ain't tryna' do no FED time Sometimes I just wish I could be away But I gotta take care a ???? and keep macita straight So I just maintain the struggle and I keep tryin But how can I when my closest people keep dyin' I ain't lyin that the law tryna' bust my clique But I scream fuck the world man, I'm too young for this [Hook 2x] Look, I'm cursed, but in this verse man, fuck the world I lost my boy to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin' wit' my niggas tryna' keep it real And I'm still doin for my mother and I'm payin' bills Give me a cigarette, my nerves bad The FEDs said they heard that I know where them birds at And my old lady say she saw me with anotha ???? And some a the boys shot up my block so now I gotta kill 'em And teachers keep tellin' my momma that I'm gettin' worse And now she trippin talkin 'bout I need to be in church And my lil' girl whole family tryna' lie in court Tryna' put me, a child, on child support And whole family deny me of what I do 'cause I'm a 'thug and stuff' Plus, my niggas keep fallin to them drugs and stuff That dope got these niggas meltin away Man they got clowns right around me, killin they self everyday We keep fightin but they so strong I know it's hard but don't give up baby hold on Just keep ya fate, count blessings, and wodie keep ya trust And grab ya nuts and let 'em know that we don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck [Hook] I mean the world just ain't gon' never change So I just keep my head up and my nuts, let 'em hang Dawg I swear it's very rough out here for the youngstas Like everybody against me 'cause I'm a young thug Dear Rabbit, why they have to kill Rabbit? But I'ma keep you alive, nigga, I'm Lil' Rabbit That's why this lil' nigga be buggin like it's no tomorrow I only can depend on macita and C-M-R I try my best to make it through the night and live today But I'm upset so I'm steady wipin' tears away And police got me under surveilance when and wherever Wreckin they brains, tryna' figure where I'm gettin that cheddar I tell my family just leave me a-damn-lone I can handle all a my business, this lil' man grown But I try to forget about it and just stand strong But if everythang was cool I wouldn't write this damn song Fuck the world [Hook 3x] more free lyrics |
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4. _ Young Playa
[Lil Wayne]
He he hee
I'm a young playa nigga, (what)
I get the game from the big tymers, nigga (what, what)
Who else? (Speak on it) On the real nigga, on the real nigga
Respect the game
Cuz I got the game
[Lil Wayne]
Y'all know who I is
Weezy coming thru in the bubble eye Benz
See me front in back with the wood all around
Plus I got that *boom boom* surround sound
Don't hate on me boy if you do *pow* get down
Come from under my shirt try to lift you off the ground
But on the other hand, I'ma keep running man
I got about a hundred coming up with three Hummers man
We stuntas man
I might stumble across a grand and give it to you wifey
And watch how she *slurp* on my pipey like a Icee
I might be in a Range that night
I might be in a Lex watching the game tonight
I got a hundred on Kobe, hope he playing it right
But if I lose, its cool, that's some change lil shite
That ain't nothing
I ain't doing nothing if I, I ain't stunting
Hold up, girl be quiet, Lil Wayne coming.
[Baby]
Slow yo roll lil one
You ain't glad its bought
And Ms. Pat and gray head over there
In the back card gambling
At the bar dranking
But go head, just be quiet with
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5. _ Loud Pipes
[Verse 1: (Mannie)] Wha wha wha nigga nigga I put piss stains on private planes cuz its my jet nigga Money aint shit cuz my rottweilers drink moet Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers Playa, i use cristal to lubricate rubbers Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel Who got the project on lock when that nigga slangin pickle Who got benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met? Now, who got baby mamas from the noila to new york Who got every bitch attention in this motherfucker when he talk Now who the fuck we talkin bout, look--yall dont know? I'll give you a hint: see that bitch you with? He fucked that hoe Now look here, yall aint seen my watch, its like harlem world video White diamonds, red rubies, blue baugettes, I dont know Shorty, when tha next time imma be up in your bed I love you? you love me? Well go head on and gimme some head [Chorus: 2x (Juvenile)] Loud pipes big rims Wodie thats our life When we pull up at the club Sorry thats our night I know a lot of haters out there sayin That thats not right But our diamonds are much bigger So thats our life [Verse 2: (Baby)] I told four I need somethin With some hell of a ice Nigga came back with a hell of a price That aint nothin These hoes doin hella wrong Callin these niggaz on our cell phone Bitch ridin benz on 20 inch chrome Gimme the key, the car hoe, and the alarm For my prowler, my jag, my benz and my home Bitch you'll neva ride 20 inch chrome I love to shine, thats why the choppa is mine Hit my block in my benz hoe with stretch tires Bought a new car that I couldnt drive Ordered the tunes before a nigga could drive When I put the bose system right behind my eyes With the vc's and tv's so a nigga could shine With my ice bling bling like a 9 to 5 And tell all my hoes they dont need no job [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3: (B.G)] I ride the best from a benz to a jag to a beamer to a lex Might fly first class on delta, helicopter or a jet I'm a stunter, I'm a reppa Geezy like to shine Drink Don, Moet, and Cris See thats the finest wine 20 inches is the only thing i sit my shit on Dont bring ya bitch around me Cuz my dick she'll wanna sit on And I aint gonna tell her nothin different Thats ya issue But after she come back Your best out is not to kiss her Hoes sick sayin damn, look at Fresh pinky ring Look at BG watch That bitch blingalingaling I'm a ice wearer, trust me, you will neva See me sportin nothin that aint 20 g's or betta Me and Wayne take the left Juve and Baby take the right Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light Cash Money millionaires livin a hell of a life Like my nigga weezay said, we surrounded by ice [Chorus (2x)] [Lil Wayne] whoa whoa whoa Now im shinin baby glossin Big tymin stuntin and flossin Lamborghini sittin on ?? With two more in my garages Plus a blue and black ferrari With nintendo and atari Man I swear the car is awesome Vroom! sorry we lost em I'm back I pull up smellin like dime sacks and cognac I leave in the hummer, Hour lata I'm flyin back Whoosh, private jets about to land The women fall out when I let em touch my hand I get out the plane into a mercedes benz van TVs all ova with chrome 20 inch fans, damn Got damn Man I am L-I-L, weezy, off the heezy But still in all, ice floodin on my watch And in my grill and all Porch blocks front blocks Still in all, me and Slim in the Rover Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soulja [Chorus & talking til fade] more free lyrics |
6. _ Enemy Turf
[Juvenile] Ah hmmm hmmmm Hmmmm Hmmm [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] When I say I don't give a fuck I mean that yeah ?? brains is getting bust I didn't say that yeah If a shipment was comin in I need a ?? wodie I need a sixty-forty nigga And no chargin' that wodie You done heard about Michael Jackson And shiggidy shit But you ain't never heard about me When i'm flissin a bitch Niggas shoulders gettin knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriend Cause I wants mine I needs mine And i'm about to get mine At these times Look lil' daddy You ain't got to worry about none of these other niggas You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya Look, I make a phone call to the big dog Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice I still bust a nigga head on the block aright [Chorus 2x (Juvenile & Lil' Wayne)] [Juvenile] It's enemy turf that i'm on So i'ma play it how it go Cock the hollow points And tote my black calicoe My lil' brother Weezy [Lil' Wayne] My big brother Juvi Four hit the blocks Strapped up with the Uzis [Verse 2 (Lil' Wayne)] What, What, La Gun for gun Eye for eye Better move yo' wife and son 'Cause i ride or die Cashmoney Hot Boy Bless me when i'm gone But until then load up the chrome cause it's on I been bout it Put a ?????? I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip And i be full of that trash i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast Watch the bullets chop off the head And make 'em fall in the grass One move they all die Lil' Weezy small frie Guerilla when it's war time Y'all better learn When this nigga shoot it'll be all hell Well then let 'em burn ???????????????? Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go If i don't get my dough Then hell will be all blowin' 'Till i R.I.P CMR i be I put it down for all my peeps Nigga, i'm HB for real [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] All i know is the streets And how to strap up When it's time shoot it Cock yo' heaters Tie up yo' bags It's time to do it Blaze the blunt Shut off the lights And cut down the music Roll down the windows Turn the corner And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr If ya don't know now Then ya never will learn You ca play with Lil' Wayne And yo' block get burned You must love to go swimmin Cause tha water gets deeper See i bust you wide open And take 'ya daughter with me Here come the beat boy Shoot out the street lights Time to bring on the heat boy If you ain't really wit it Then you better get back I open yo' chest And make it look just like a wet cat This is a death trap i'ma a guerilla and i mean it leave ya' head still in a beanin' ?? on the semen Calicoe steamin' Red dot beamin' Dressed up suspicious Play with lil' Weezy you'll be ?? for the vicious [Chorus 2x] Enemy Turf Time to strap up What more free lyrics |
7. _ Come On
[Verse 1:] where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby load up the guns guerilla war time baby light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain tell em' [Chorus:] Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! [Verse 2: (B.G.)] If drama come to me then it come for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off i got the tillery when beef kick i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next come in that water and get wet think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset i don't shot to hit i shot to kill believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real Come on nigga! [Chorus:] Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie! [Verse 3:] Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga A uptown stunter, what the hell you think ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK! and you can take that to vegillity boy i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy cause i be coming with the top down letting them know how the chop sound 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down assault rifle with a drum and beam totter 38 with a speed loader in my holster Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain tell em' [Chorus x2] You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2] more free lyrics |
8. _ Lights Off
[Lil' Wayne] Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off) You know what time it is (What) You know what time it is (What) Strap -Up (Gun Cocks) [Verse 1] Alot of niggas better move out Cause here I come with my click With the tools out All of a sudden all these cowards Startin to spook out It's warfare a buncha of niggas Bout to loose out It's time to load up them thangs Hit the spot run in his house And make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I'ma slang that metal So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood To get it together Cause i'm the tolas mario And we down for whatever Nerver underestimate or you goin under Y'all keep on playin with Lil Wayne But that lil' boy trouble And plus this shorty be ?? wodie Be storin' bundles M start wildin and Hit the block and let his toys rumble And it go ratter tatter It be ?? niggas scatter When the M-1 shatter And everybody on they block They get bout ten in they bladder [Chorus 2x] Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your lifes gone We done left the block quiet [Verse 2] La When it's time to ride It ain't no time to play It could be time to die At any time of the day And i'll be godammit If i let a nigga steel me It will not happen I'ma fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got my glocks rabbin' Leave a nigga spot damaged That's how the beat made us I chief three blunts So I can get a head rush Then come around the corner And your whole day crush I'm sick and tired Niggas choosin test a boy They get hit and die Some of 'em scared of man slaughter So they stay inside And watch they partner get lit up And then they ask why That's cause you played wit' me They could'nt of known im'a guerilla Drama stayed with me Run in his home went to kill him Took his head with me You better get it right or keep it right Or lose your whole town Tell em' lights off It's about to go down [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] Massacire all these streets block it off Lil' Wayne in yo' hood With something like a rocket dog And i'm after ya I don't pass beef I stop at all That boy got a head on his shoulders I knock it off I'm highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka Somebody call the doctor Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka Nigga out the way man I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man Are you ready, ready Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear Give the guns to the one with the long hair And block burner It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy (Breathes)they breathe heavlily Bullets they come steadily You better stay off the block Cause you might fall You better stay off the block Cause the lights off [Chorus 4x] [Lil' Wayne] Lights off Tell em' lights off La, la, la lights off Nigga lights off We done left the block quiet more free lyrics |
9. _ Tha Block is Hot
[Lil' Wayne] Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Cali grows somethin for the hood where I was raised in Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward No respect for no stunt, and no money without power We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne [Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne] [Juve:] Nigga you got that llello? [B.G.:] Well cook something nigga [Juve:] Nigga you let them K's go? [B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga [Juve:] Are you duckin that law? [B.G.:] You better run from em nigga [Juve:] Are you playin with that raw? [B.G.:] Well won't you front somethin nigga [Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha.. [Lil' Wayne] See where I'm from we keep our guns out Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out It's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house It's all good in the hood hustlin like illegal Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy It's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees and we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez" And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit They got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broad Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is locked Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like Where they shot out all the street lights So you can't see what nobody be like And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'all So you better watch what y'all playin wit Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn Call out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers ... tch, one move blow his cactuses off [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours? Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn My block on fire, nigga what about yours? The block is hot ha ha ha ha more free lyrics |
10. _ High Beamin
[BG] Niggas be hatin 'Cause BG got it Every top of the line car they got Look I ride it >From the Hummer to the Rover To the drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't had Everybody head was fucked When they heard bout the deal Cash Money hotboys climbed for 30-mill Already was straight now we livin larger Already was ballin now we ballin harder ??? bitches can't take me Cause my wrist stay flossed out Niggas hate me cause all day i'm flossed out Ghetto made me My dog, Baby, saved me Niggas find out they hoe got fucked, ?? That's how it go It ain't my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk i'm BG Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On [Chorus 3x] Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin' [Wayne] Wha I'ma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I'm racin through In the all black chrome A Mercedes Coupe Got yo' wife at my house And she naked too And all my niggas all around Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead to what you do' It's Weezy dog and off the heezy dog And I'm surrounded by the ice It got me freezin' dog And it's plain and simple Won't change 'cause it's natural Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all Got the game from Beatris I'm tryin to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make a stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don't try to end it or you would'nt get better, what [Chorus 4x] [Wayne] La, la, la, la Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money Standin out the roof of my car And flash hundreds Take your girl to the mall Spend a G like that's nothin She lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her draws Let me see the cunt Don't stop Lil' Weezy We's ain't nothin nice But gats in my Jesus Christ Nothin but ice When they see me at night Behind ?? I stay high Snatch yo' wife Run up in her with the K-Y But it's on man Ever since I was born Wayne Nigga get out of line I get dirty like John Wayne I'm bout stuntin', flossin' Whatever come wit it And I don't shoot guns Unless they have a drum wit it At first they wasn't wit it Thought that I was jokin Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it [Chorus] more free lyrics |
11. _ Respect Us
[Lil' Wayne] What what what What what what What what what Listen, listen When.. I come through.. bustin' Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin' Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin' Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin' Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare This is all I know, it's bang bang I hustle and slang slang My block.. I hang hang Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man I represent CMB My cell is ten in heat I usually get in beef Was taught that it's him or me I pop head-bustas quick I rock here for my brick I chop that, I'ma (?) My shop here (????) I always.. thug in black And always.. bustin' gats Your girly's.. fuckin' back Now how you... lovin' that [Chorus 2x, Juvenile] Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. us Represen-tin' Cash Money.. Records It's warfare, you betta.. vest.. up But if you ain't scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up [Lil' Wayne] Listen, listen I give it to 'em how they ask me Raw and nasty Tha AK, I pack it Believe I'm 'bout that action Slash a busta like a fraction I'm on that yolla Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts For only half-a brick I'll blast tha fifty And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what But it's about ta get ugly Ya'll betta call people up I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up Ya'll betta duck When it get real, they hide from me But, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousin Weezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!) [Chorus 2x] Nigga, let it be known I'll come blow up your home Take a few blunts to tha dome And.. show up alone Just me and my.. flame-torch Wayne start.. danger Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya Burnin' off that Hennesy Some-a ya'll be feminine Bounce in with a twitch Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch God damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speak I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heat Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid I'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takes I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature Tote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hot Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man What! [Chorus 3x] [Juvenile] Uh, uh, uh Say Lil' Weezy You did this one here, ya heard me They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one It's like they said, boy In tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne It's your chrome, man, run that thang 17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown Do that there Huh, huh, huh, huh more free lyrics |
12. _ Remember Me
[B.G.] Say, Weezy (weezy) [Lil' Wayne] Can... they remember... me? Lil' Wee... zy [B.G.] Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya, nigga Let these niggas know your (Look!) background, nigga (Look!) Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background! Let 'em know how you've been for a while [Lil' Wayne] All I was taught was murder murder Kill drama, and nothin' less I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in they chest I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle Had ta struggle for success Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress Them niggas there with me fooli' Me, I'm full of that dilly Hope when I catch them slippin' Him and they daddy's trippin' Shorty can hold it down Shorty be totin' rounds Smellin' like a pound on school grounds Shorty, wow Hair... all over my head Bandana 'round my brain Eyes bloodshot red Briches down to my legs Guns up in my trench When niggas playin', they get drenched My pockets is full of lead So, nigga, stay off tha ben I'm young with bad nerves Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb And wet dem niggas' shirt Nigga, get 'em full of birds Tell them niggas, Geezy! [Chorus, B.G.] Remember he? Tha little G, never die Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die Remember he? Tha little G, never die Have B.Geezy on his side, so Weezy Wee never die Lil' Weezy Wee... had ta steal, hustle, and jack Weezy Wee roll with K's, glocks, and MAC's Tha little G, he was raised keepin' it real That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga [Lil' Wayne] Look, look That time I forgot tha bills Ain't been home in two weeks Macita lookin' for me Tha word all over tha streets Well, shiiit! I love my momma But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems I lay back in tha cut These niggas out and I rob 'em, they ain't spin around here We all alone on my block like nobody live 'round here Tha lights got cut off at my house, and now I'm lookin' for a win-dow I can't see it, I'ma drop my pile on tha floor They got some niggas stuntin' in Benz, hey man, them boys ain't riders {gun cocks} Hand it over, partna, my feet done got tired (Break it off) Well, picture this, I gotta corner this ole nigga address He said he got that work, and needed me ta meet 'im there (Meet him there) Nigga, take your Roly down with somethin' shady, daddy (What?) Within a week he changed his mind, and... received tha package (What?) Oh well... back to tha drawin' board (Board) Cowards start hollerin' 'cause they know I'm comin' for it [Chorus] [Lil' Wayne] Lemme tell 'em You remember that there nigga use ta be thuggin' it out Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move! Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your pockets, fool!" That's how it was... crime, struggle, drivin' for scrubs Lots of thugs... make niggas come ta answer them up Some niggas choose ta come back to me, ride around my set for me My lights off that thing 'cause I got that SKS with me !Okay! (!okay!) Listen, all you ballin' niggas betta !relocate! (!'locate!) 'Cause, see, ya'll got it I gotta make my cheese !rotate! (!rotate!) Right now I'm doin' bad So just give me with whatever you have, my stomach hurt, I need a bag I'm street-livin'... week for week No-sleep livin' Look outside ya window in tha mornin', your jeep missin' My heat sizzlin' I'm ready ta sweep these niggas Geezy... make 'em remember Weezy, nigga! (Chorus 2x) [Lil' Wayne] Look, remember that? [B.G.] Wuz up, (Are you rememberin', B.Geezy?) I remember you, nigga, we go way back ta True Story, (Now) nigga, ya heard me [Lil' Wayne] Look, you don't remember me? [B.G.] I remember ya, nigga [Lil' Wayne] I was.. I was (You were doggin') a bad dog... (You were a lil' dog) Highly Grove 17, off top, nigga (Uh-huh) more free lyrics |
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