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[Lil' Wayne]Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, whatStraight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no manGot my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understandWe be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves andCali grows somethin for the hood where I was raised inNiggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds androcks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds anddo it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlersEHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckersAin't no love for them busta, no pimp for no cowardNo respect for no stunt, and no money without powerWe keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sourPile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hourSome niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drainSome like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veinsFrom the home of the game, jackin and crackin brainsBroadcastin live from Tha Block it's Lil' Wayne[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil' Wayne][Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?[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-haTha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-haTha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-haTha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..[Lil' Wayne]See where I'm from we keep our guns outDodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged outIt's time to floss, two big bodies on Broad Southand they got quarter staffs and birds that run the houseIt's all good in the hood hustlin like illegalSoon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them peopleBreak up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porchThis everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boyIt's the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, BoysWe don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from treesand we'll be round ya all day til it's "400 Degreez"And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpitThey got a nigga that own the sto', he flippin out off that broadBetta stay in yo' car, and make sure, your door is lockedCause this ain't nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot[Chorus][Lil' Wayne]See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk likeWhere they shot out all the street lightsSo you can't see what nobody be likeAnd we like, to dress in all black up in my residenceAin't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidentsAnd ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y'allSo you better watch what y'all playin witCause a nigga will try to flip y'allThey hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jugHahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slugIt's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spotsWhen the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweetheartsCallin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talkWe cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damnCall out for that caper, won't hesitate to kill a manRun in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his famTie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers... tch, one move blow his cactuses off[Chorus][Lil' Wayne]WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is HotShk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is HotNigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is HotSay look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is HotNigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is HotShk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is HotNigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is HotSay look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is HotNigga my block hot, nigga my block burnMy block on fire, nigga what about yours?Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burnMy block on fire, nigga what about yours?The block is hot ha ha ha hamore