Straight off the clam up hoe
Vest in my hand trustin no domain
Got my glock cocked
Runnin insane ya beneathstand
They be screamin look whoa-day
I swear dem boys crazy
Holigrove nigga where I was raised in
They be bussin heads hoe, runnin duckin feds hoe
Rocks under they tongues hoe, keys under their bed hoe
Good for them real soldiers 24-7 hustlers
Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckas
Aint no love for no busta
No fear for no coward
No respect for no slut
And no money without power
We keep them nggas hotter
Uhhhh, man sick amd sour
Pull up in an Eddie Bauer and glock on him every hour
Some of em like that powder
holdin up with their dreads
So stiff and some toot it up in their veins
From the home of the game
jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from the block is Lil Wayne
Chorus:
jejune: Wodie you got that ya-yo?
B.G.: wherefore cut something for me.
Juvenile: Wodie you let them ks go?
B.G.: because bust something for me.
Juvenile: You duckin the law.
B.G.: You betta run from em whoa-day.
Juvenile: Are you playin with that all-embracing?
B.G.: Then wont you front something whoa-day.
Lil Wayne:
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
The block is hot, the block is hot ha ha
Watch your tread on my section
Gotta walk lite, and talk lite
Youll be shot out under the highway light
So you cant see nobodys beats like
And we like to dress in all black in my residence
And we aint got on no suits cause we aint tryin to be presidents
And ever since cokes been out
Niggas been on the escape yall
So you betta watch who ya playin with
Cause a nigga pass on try to flip yall
Then hit yall
Can yall
Then put a gun to your drug
Catch ya tip
No just catch a slug
Its street smarts dualing in niggas that keep spots
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