What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When, I come through, bustin'
Everybody on, the block be, runnin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I, be, thuggin'
Got, them, things, ten a ki, hustlin'
Catch me at the shop, I will, be, there
And my prices stay low, I keep, it, there
And if you want it raw, I got, it, right, here
And if you want war, I am, your, nightmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block, I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a ki
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, Dominic's
My shop here by the vic's
I always, thug in black
And always, bustin' gats
Your girly's, fuckin' back
Now how you, lovin' that

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
The AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a buster like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on the corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of t-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast the fifth
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Y'all better call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne 'bout ta ball people up
Y'all better duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them busters 'bout ta get killed, I'm tired of it
Man, I'm thuggin' 'til tha day I, I die, cousin
Weezy Wee, let 'em burn, bring the fire truck in

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Nigga, let it be known
I'll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to tha dome
And, show up alone
Just me and my, flame-torch
Wayne start, danger
Walked with my head down like a stranger, and banged ya
Burnin' off that Hennesy
Some of y'all be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch
God damn, son of a shh! Don't speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss! Give 'em heat
Your cheese, I got, ta, get, paid
I'm goin' all out, no matter what, it, takes
I, was, raised, up on, that, paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was, in, my, nature
Tote M1's and keep, the, block hot
Sell raw coke to keep, my, Glock, hot
Never add taxes to, my, price, man
And if a boy play, I ride, at, night, man
What

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, then throw your sets up

Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil' Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain't gon' never get weared out from this one
It's like they said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRYAN WILLIAMS, BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER