Hold up, you now under the deep
cover of the lil' slugger
Callin' me head busta
Run with me K - blucka
Niggas done fled from- a...
Me infrared, sucka
If him wan' play, busta,...
Come make me dead, busta
Bein'- a half- way out my nappy head
But I don't care - I just grab my clip,
slap and spray
Any where - it don't matter
where a nigga stay
Just believe me when I say,
"Guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more
drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive Jags
- camouflage rags
Niggas' domes get bust wide
open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin' off in Hummers - laughin',
drinkin' Moette
You know me: Colleon,
standin' four feet
I'm to- tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies
See, these lil' boys,
they ain't really up on my game
But once I run into that nigga
playin' with Wayne, man
See, when I spin- a you bend
then I be on you block
But when me jump out with the chop- chop,
my nogga, you drop
Now where your niggas at,
comradie? They not with you now
I guess they heard that when I'm
ridin' I make the crew stop
Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout?
If you 'bout what I'm 'bout,
you 'bout drama
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Thuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife,
and a chopper
I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way
My nigga!
Callin' me head busta!
Callin' callin' me killer!
Them callin'
see who in the front
Check!
Now as the heat flame up
Them lookin'- a down the street,
them think they see Wayne truck
Him whole block don't scare me 'cause
me get me thing and bust
Them know that Hot Boys
known to be dangerous
Now U.P.T. come down - chopper
city in the ghetto, my man
Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh,
it's Lil' Wayne
I get my K - cock, aim,
and put holes in your brain
Give me that rag,
you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain
Gettin' blisty...
...off in a black F- 150
'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block,
just spittin'
Heads spinnin' like a set of
seventeens or somethin'
Respect me for who I be: seventeen,
head- bustin'
Because-
Them callin'
Me!
Check!
Original Hot Boy - land-
cruisin' with guns
I shall be the one who
burn the block up
Never miss when I distribute
anger up out my Cali'
Hun dred shots automatic
Leave ya hopeless in the alley
Now, when a nigga runs up
If the nigga loveless (like me) would
have his guns up
Just because of the simple
fact that I'm a Hot Boy,...
...and got boys that got toys
to stop noise
See, when me ride off in the Hummer,
leave him set empty
Now him catch three 'cause
him want beef
Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy,
"Don't mess- a with me."
Now look at him - open up
his casket and see
Click- clack my mack,
twist my Philly cap to the back
Jump in the black and scream "war",
and just "pow! pow!"
How you love me now? With
five barrels to your eye
The scene gets wild,
and everybody gon' die
What the dillio? Fill a four- four clip
You'll get flipped for
runnin' off at the lip
Who behind the gun slang,...
...blood hang,...
...and twistin'?
It's Mis- ter Wayne
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Come splittin' when I spit
Them callin'
Lil Wayne 
