Lil' Wayne - Tha Block Is Hot Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Tha Block Is Hot Video

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, pumps, and K's, and

Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)

Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and

Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and

Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers

EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers

Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward

No respect from 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, foldin up what they drain

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)

From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains

Broadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil Wayne (who it is?)

 

Juve: Nigga you got that yayo?

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..

 

See where I'm from we keep our guns out

Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out

It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out

And they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (I got it)

(I got it) It's all good in the hood but a lot illegal

Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, there go 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 off 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 we 400 Degreez

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit

They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin out off that raw

Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (BEEP BEEP) your door is locked

Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot

 

Juve: Nigga you got that yayo?

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..

 

See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like

We done shot out all the street lights

So you can't see who we 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

Go all out for that cake, 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 jaws

... tch, one move blow his cactuses off

 

Juve: Nigga you got that yayo?

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..

 

WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot

Nigga chshhhhh, 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 chshhhhh, 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

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Lil' Wayne - Way Of Life Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Way Of Life Video

(feat. Baby, TQ, Mannie Fresh)

 

(MANNIE FRESH: Talking) (Lil Wayne)

Look'a here... (Umm-hmm...)

This how we gon' do this...

Hook up the turntables,

Wolfe, get on the keyboard...

And we gon' run it, ya heard...

 

(MANNIE, BABY, & WAYNE)

(**Talking**)

 

(GIRL)

Cash Money..

Cash Money..

Cash Money..

Cash Money..

 

(LIL' WAYNE & BABY: Verse 1)

(LIL' WAYNE)

Now let me slide in the Benz with the fished out fins,

Hit the mall with my girlfriends, dish out ends.

Cause you know it ain't trickin' if you got it,

Cop baby girl what she desire, it's chump change mama.

Marijuana Scholar... Knowin' what I got up in my styrofoam cup?

That purple stuff. It was givin' to me at birth to stunt.

So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts.

 

(BABY of Big Tymers) (Ay, Ay, Ay..)

Hold on, mami! Them whips on dubs.

Cadillac truck, twenty-eights, no rubs.

Slide in the Benz, fins, bubble-eye lens,

Car show in New York, Ya'll know who wins!

It's the birdman, daddy, with the Gucci and Prada,

Slant-back, cut truck. No rims? Can't holla.

It's that Louie/Fendi on Ostrich streets,

It's the tailer-made daddy, Mami, do you love me?

 

(TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh))

Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (Oh! Oh! Oh!)

I ain't gon' change it.. (I told ya'll...)

Don't you know,

It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)

Mama, do you want it?

Cause I'm about to break it, (I told ya'll...)

Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',

Nooo, nooo... (Bring back that beat...)

 

(BABY & LIL' WAYNE: Verse 2)

(BABY of Big Tymers)

Pop one, pop two.. Them new Nike shoes,

Royal blue Jag on them twenty-two's.

Flip white to green, 500 Degreez,

In that Cadillac truck on them twenty-three's.

I'm the boss of the game with the money and fame,

All these naked women that pop champagne.

And these marble floors stay high as Rick James,

If you know my name, then you know my game.

 

(LIL' WAYNE)

It's lil' whodi from the hot block with ser'ous flow,

Gotta get dough, cause ya'll won't feel me, bro.

But ya'll don't here me tho...

Till I'm rollin' down my window and my grill-ie show.

And you know I'm prolly pumpin' through the hood on the twenty-fo's,

Word! Rims pokin' out the side of the 'ERV,

Glock have ya ribs pokin' out the side of ya shirt.

I'm a seventeenth nigga and I ride for the turf. Whoo!

 

(TQ: Hook (Mannie Fresh))

Baby, I'ma a stunna.. (I told ya'll...)

I ain't gon' change it..

Don't you know,

It's a way of liffeee... (I told ya'll...)

Mama, do you want it?

Cause I'm about to break it,

Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',

Nooo, nooo...

 

(LIL' WAYNE & BABY: Verse 3)

(LIL' WAYNE) Ay...

And my pinky glow... Cause my ring is so...

Blingy-blingy, yo... Stop blinkin' though...

We smoke stinky, stinky dro,

And we don't cop them ency-wency O's,

And we don't stop. Nah! We blow, fuck the peo-ple!

Everywhere we go, we smell like E-yo.

The birdman my paw, so that make me go...

Fllyy like an eagle! Fo' sheezo!

 

(BABY (Lil Wayne))

They think cause I stay at English Turn,

That Stunna don't have a O Z to burn, (Light it up!)

I go in each sto' and ball like a dog,

Me and my nig's, we ball like a dog.

Cars on the streets, all on our lawn.

Ice in my teeths, all on my arm.

Tat's in my face, my back, and my arm. (What?)

 

(LIL' WAYNE)

Tat's in MY face, my back, and my arm.

 

(TQ: Hook)

Baby, I'ma a stunna..

I ain't gon' change it..

Don't you know,

It's a way of liffeee...

Mama, do you want it?

Cause I'm about to break it,

Oooh, baby.. Can't stop the stuntin',

Nooo, nooo...

 

(MANNIE FRESH: Talking)

Yep!... There it is!.. ya' lil' low-life...

See, I'm a pro fessional. You a rookie.

Fuckin' game so serious...

I could sell a hooker some pussy...

Now, that's some serious shit...

Oh, yea! Bel'ieve that!

Who we rollin' wit?

We rollin' wit Cash Money!

Oh, I forgot about peace!

PEEACE! I mean... Piece of pussy,

Piece of land, Piece of property...

It's just a mind game...

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Lil' Wayne - Shine Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Shine Video

(Wayne)

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

What, wha, wha, wha, wha

Cash Mo-ney Millionairs

So take it there

 

(Juvenile)

Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz

Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims

Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce

That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice

On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist

Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice

And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass

She could ride a dick too, make me come fast

I like them modelin bitches, I love them swallowin bitches

Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them bitches (let's go)

I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke

You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke

I'm a show you what it is not to be a window shopper

Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada

All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper

You could be with your man, I ain't tryna stop ya

 

(Chorus-Baby)

(Shine), from my head down to my shoes

(Shine), skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's

(Shine), check my baby mama

(Shine), whip Rover's not Honda's

(Shine), I'm a spend it 'til it's gone

(Shine), don't know when I'm comin home

(Shine), pop X and drank Cris'

(Shine), My life is the shit

 

(Lil Wayne)

Baby named me, fire Wayne, ice and change

You can catch me in an aqua Range, squattin things

With them twenty-two inch chopper blades

Diamond face, diamond brace

More colors than the game Simon Says

Go, 'hind me

And mami on forty-fifth she told me I'm a Lez

But she ain't like too much of dick

But gave bombest head, and so I took it anyway

But bitch I got family get your pussy anyway

OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin

All these karats like I'm a fuckin vegetarian

Niggas play, I bury them, y'all already knowin

I threw up my arm and bitches thought it started snowin

See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me?

Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

Wait, I don't think they heard me

I say dog I got cake like everyday my birthday

 

(Chorus)

 

(B.G.)

I'm a Hot Boy, that's name brand and top of the line

Ride fly daily, all year 'round I shine

Ain't a nigga and they mama gonna stop me dog

Come through on dub-dueces, they jock me dog

Glock cocked for haters tryna block me dog

Catch 'em so low, they geezy, don't shock me dog

Well get the fuck, slide on out the way

And let B.G. ease down the shinin linen

Let the diamonds and the jewelry light shit up

Each piece of jewelry I own, I ice it up

You don't wanna put your vehicle next to us

'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up

With television, Dreamcast, DVDs

Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties

I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga

That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga

 

(Chorus)

 

(Turk)

I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it

'Cause whoever try testin is gonna be restin

I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy, Lil' Turk

Bling blingin everyday, plus I got work (bling)

Nigga like me stay in the cut twenty-four/seven

Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven

Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it

Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big bodies

Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's

Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us

Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice

Hoes be like, Damn, them boys, they're nothin nice

They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys

You muthafuckin right, you think this not girl?

Better think twice, get it right dog

Know you recognize, we got it on lock for all

 

(Chorus 2x)

(Baby talking to fade)

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Lil' Wayne - Fuck The World Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Fuck The World Video

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 a daughter, 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 of everything 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

 

Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world

I lost my father 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 Brizzah

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 my own 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

 

Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world

I lost my father 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

 

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

 

Look, I don't curse, but in this verse man, fuck the world

I lost my father 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

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Lil' Wayne - Fuck Wit Me Now Lyrics

Lil' Wayne - Fuck Wit Me Now Video

(Lil Wayne)

Let's go let's go

Let's go let's go

They can't fuck with me now

Huh? Fuck with me now

No, they can't fuck with me now

Can't fuck with me now

Let's go

 

(VERSE 1 Lil Wayne)

I go by Wheezy: the Don

Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm

And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get completely took off

And if you wonder who the fuck (?)

(?) we so sip

It's like ain't nothin' but we gotta squab

On the block everyday sellin' rocks and shit

Choppin' bricks give the damn cops a dick

We cop a whip and drop a brick that's how we do it

Weed, liquor, money, and guns how we do it

Freak bitch to swallow cum like fluid

Who it be? Through his feet, Dubbs

Ain't nothin' sweet 'Cause I can't keep trust

Lil' nigga worth well over a mill, nigga

Real nigga come around and show up where you live, nigga

Pullin' out the K's, nigga (??) and all

Wayne 'bout to damage your home

Nigga 'bout to go to see the man in the stars

Hoppin' out the van with bandanas and all

Cannons went off

News cameras takin' pictures of your family when your avenue's gone

Damn, it's a shame how the bullets slammed in your brain

How the ice slammed the pain, rammin' your dame

That's because she ran into the game

Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne

Come on!

 

(Hook) (Lil Wayne)

It ain't a game, nigga I don't know who told you it was

I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge

Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load

And the slug check ya low when I bust

Come to show you no love

Uh, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

No! They can't fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Stop playin' when ya get it understood

'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya

Come around your hood for ya

You don't know me I kill everyone who show love

You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya

 

(VERSE 2 Lil Wayne)

Iceberg Shorty (??) pants is saggin', forty magnum

Comin' out the club on Bacardi's, staggerin'

Ten in the Ferrari wagon, braggin'

Ohh, what's happenin'?

(??) 'round the court 'Cause some ex just looked at me

Runnin' with them cats that be clappin' the plastic

Nigga put a cap in your asses

Catch me on the av with the crack and a 'matic

Hopin' that the law don't pass me stash it

First of the month, just snatched me a package

Bag it 'bout to get this motherfucker crackin'

If a nigga think about jackin', please believe

I be clip-slappin', click-clackin'

Pull the bitch back and run up on his parents

Kidnap for his snacks, and then whack him

Shit get drastic

That's why I try to stay as fars away from beef as I could

Grab me a freak to ease on my wood

Transport coke from each of my hoods

Wheezy Whee CMB's in my blood

In the streets seventeen's where I'm from

And I ain't got no feelins for none of these womens

Really, though, fetticheese is my love

You know the streets made me

And I don't give a damn if you hate me

Nigga better be S-Q-A-D

Until the bigger man do take me

Squad shit!

You don't want no violence to keep the quiet

We call my people wild, and then we beef in quiet

Or we'll creep in houses, we'll sweep your momma

So, please stay out it, or you leave in silence

Come on! What!

 

(Hook) (Lil Wayne)

It ain't a game, nigga I don't know who told you it was

I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge

Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load

And the slug check ya low when I bust

Come to show you no love

Uh, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Uh, they can't fuck with me now, them can't fuck with me now

Stop playin' when ya get it understood

'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya

Come around your hood for ya

You don't know me I kill everyone who show love

You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya

Uh, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Uh, they can't fuck with me now them can't fuck with me now

Come on!

 

(VERSE 3 Lil Wayne)

It's too dark for ya's

I ain't got no love for ya's

Let gunshots smoked ya's

Who fuck with us?

Weed, liquor done corrupted us

Wet a nigga like umbrellas

Take the woman out a man; stomach out a man

Pump and bust, the guts comin' out a man

Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm

If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it

Niggas be kiddin' me awake, deal away

Gun-spray bullets damn near took off your son face

Oh, shit niggas on that whole shit

Fours spit so quick like that lil' nigga ain't got no sense

Slow this shit down let me get back down to reality:

I cause fatalities for any technicality

Wipe off your family randomly ya understand?

It ain't no motherfuckin' game, and I ain't fuckin' playin'

Come on!

 

(Hook) (Lil Wayne)

It ain't a game, nigga I don't know who told you it was

I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge

Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load

And the slug check ya low when I bust

Come to show you no love

Ah, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Uh, they can't fuck with me now them can't fuck with me now

Stop playin' when ya get it understood

'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya

Come around your hood for ya

You don't know me I kill everyone who show love

You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya

Ah, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Them can't fuck with me now ah, they can't fuck with me now

Look-

It ain't a game, nigga I don't know who told you it was

I put holes in your mug if you're holdin' a grudge

Try to take 'em when you get the gun and load

And the slug check ya low when I bust

Come to show you no love

Ah, fuck with me now them can't fuck with me now

They can't fuck with me now them can't fuck with me now

Stop playin' when ya get it understood

'Cause I know if you know what's good for ya

Come around your hood for ya

You don't know me I kill everyone who show love

You have them motherfuckers lookin' all up in the woods for ya

Ah, fuck with me now they can't fuck with me now

Them can't fuck with me now no, they can't fuck with me now

 

(Lil Wayne)

Can't fuck with me now it's not a game, nigga

Can't fuck with me now it's not a game, nigga

Wha, wha, uh, uh, nigga!

Wheezy Whee!!! (Whee! Whee! Whee!)

Watch out! (Watch out!)

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