[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: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin` Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It`s warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain`t scared, they blow, your sets 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
