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[Lil' Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listenlisten
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy WayneHot BoyI.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten upkeep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shopI will.. be.. there
And my prices stay lowI keep.. it.. there
And if you want it rawI got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want warI am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I knowit's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayneman
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 thatI'ma (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. fuckin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
[Chorus 2xJuvenile]
Hot Boy$wardy.. respect.. us
Represen-tin' Cash Money.. Records
It's warfareyou betta.. vest.. up
But if you ain't scaredthey blow.. your.. set.. up
[Lil' Wayne]
Listenlisten
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AKI 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 blockI 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
YeahI'm a small creeperwhat
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 realthey hide from me
Butall them bustas 'bout ta get killedI'm tired of it
ManI'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I diecousin
Weezy Wee.. let 'em burnbring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
[Chorus 2x]
Niggalet 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 strangerand 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 thatand let it gotssss!.. Give 'em heat
Your cheeseI got.. ta.. get.. paid
I'm goin' all outno 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.. priceman
And if a boy playI ride.. at.. nightman
What!
[Chorus 3x]
[Juvenile]
Uhuhuh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one hereya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they saidboy
In tha year 2000it's all about Wayne
It's your chromemanrun that thang
17
ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Huhhuhhuhhuh
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