Respect Us
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. 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.. 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.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, its bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that its him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, Ima (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin gats
Your girlys.. fuckin back
Now how you... lovin that
Hot Boy$, wardy.. respect.. us
Represen-tin Cash Money.. Records
Its warfare, you betta.. vest.. up
But if you aint scared, they blow.. your.. set.. up
Listen, listen
I give it to em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe Im bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
Im on that yolla
Standin on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now its time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
Ill blast tha fifty
And I aint gon stop shootin til I jam tha clip
Yeah, Im a small creeper, what
But its about ta get ugly
Yall betta call people up
Im about ta start shovin my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Yall betta duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them bustas bout ta get killed, Im tired of it
Man, Im thuggin til tha day I.. I die, cousin
Weezy Wee.. let em burn, bring tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)
Nigga, let it be known
Ill 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-a yall be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave em crawlin out a ditch
God damn... son of a shhh!.. Dont speak
I cocked that, and let it go, tssss!.. Give em heat
Your cheese, I got.. ta.. get.. paid
Im goin all out, no matter what.. it.. takes
I.. was.. raised.. up on.. that.. paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was.. in.. my.. nature
Tote M1s and keep.. tha.. block.. hot
Sell wrong colts to keep.. my.. glock.. hot
Never add taxes to.. my.. price, man
And if a boy play, I ride.. at.. night, man
What!
Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They aint gon never get weared out from this one
Its like they said, boy
In tha year 2000, its all about Wayne
Its your chrome, man, run that thang
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Huh, huh, huh, huh