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[Lil' Wayne]What what whatWhat what whatWhat what whatListen, listenWhen.. 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.. thereAnd my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. thereAnd if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. hereAnd if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmareThis is all I know, it's bang bangI hustle and slang slangMy block.. I hang hangWho am I? Lil' Wayne, manI represent CMBMy cell is ten in heatI usually get in beefWas taught that it's him or meI pop head-bustas quickI rock here for my brickI chop that, I'ma (?)My shop here (????)I always.. thug in blackAnd always.. bustin' gatsYour girly's.. fuckin' backNow how you... lovin' that[Chorus 2x, Juvenile]Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. usRepresen-tin' Cash Money.. RecordsIt's warfare, you betta.. vest.. upBut if you ain't scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up[Lil' Wayne]Listen, listenI give it to 'em how they ask meRaw and nastyTha AK, I pack itBelieve I'm 'bout that actionSlash a busta like a fractionI'm on that yollaStandin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulderRide on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerksNow it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirtsFor only half-a brickI'll blast tha fiftyAnd I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clipYeah, I'm a small creeper, whatBut it's about ta get uglyYa'll betta call people upI'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your gutsWayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people upYa'll betta duckWhen it get real, they hide from meBut, all them bustas 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of itMan, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I.. I die, cousinWeezy Wee.. let 'em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)[Chorus 2x]Nigga, let it be knownI'll come blow up your homeTake a few blunts to tha domeAnd.. show up aloneJust me and my.. flame-torchWayne start.. dangerWalked with my head down like a stranger, and banged yaBurnin' off that HennesySome-a ya'll be feminineBounce in with a twitchLeave 'em crawlin' out a ditchGod damn... son of a shhh!.. Don't speakI cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give 'em heatYour cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paidI'm goin' all out, no matter what.. it.. takesI.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paperKill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. natureTote M1's and keep.. tha.. block.. hotSell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hotNever add taxes to.. my.. price, manAnd if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, manWhat![Chorus 3x][Juvenile]Uh, uh, uhSay Lil' WeezyYou did this one here, ya heard meThey ain't gon' never get weared out from this oneIt's like they said, boyIn tha year 2000, it's all about WayneIt's your chrome, man, run that thang17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtownDo that thereHuh, huh, huh, huhmore