Lyrics:
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
[Lil Wayne]
Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the do`
Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the back
Squad up, squad up, fuck y'all
[Lil
(hot)
This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block
Every other day, another bitch, another drop
Sixteen bars, twenty-four a pop
Forty-four a song,
(Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot
gotta march like a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil' mamas dipping)
You gotta march like
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Pimp shit nigga keep paying my hoe
Damn, I'm cold man I'm throwed
I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold
Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in
(hot)
This is why I'm hot, catch me on the block
Every other day, another bitch, another drop
Sixteen bars, twenty-four a pop
Forty-four a song,
and walk the walk, 'cause nigga I'm a G
Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
'Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
And I push a Jag,
killing culture, tell 'em niggaz
"Walk on"
Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain
I'm ready,
' homies on the mash
Runnin' from these punk police (you know what time it is)
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets (my lil' homies)
Lil' homies
screaming, hot lattes, the roses
My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Children of all ages, I
niggaz real
Cause we feel like this here
B.G.:
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo
[Lil' Wayne]
What, what what, what, huh
Huh, huh, Big Tymers, huh
Better act like you know it
I be comin wit' it
And you saw Wayne from a distance
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
City!
(Chorus)
This fire is outta control
Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) (x4)
(Verse 1: Lil Wayne)
Yeah, stop
you
Lil Homie, stay focused, got shit to do!
See your friends walking up and down your block
Ain't got a penny-nenny-nenny-nenny
Just picture yourself
Bossman Weezy, get y'all touched up
Gat blacked your face like you run into a wall or something
It's Cash Money, all or nothing
It's Lil Wayne
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
when that wait is over, bitch I ain't
no Wayne Song
I can't make no promises, won't judge a book just by the look
But when you in the street, we judge
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
It's gravy, nigga, believe it
You hot? Fuck it
Hot as a firecracker (it's gravy too)
I got a MAC in this bag
So?
What you got?
Glock
Look
rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
please pull up your pants
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Lil bitch I'm
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Lil bitch I'm
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