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(Lil' Wayne) Cut the lights off nigga (Cut 'em off) You know what time it is (What) You know what time it is (What) Strap -Up (Gun Cocks) Verse 1 Alot of niggas better move out Cause here I come with my click With the tools out All of a sudden all these cowards Startin to spook out It's warfare a buncha of niggas Bout to loose out It's time to load up them thangs Hit the spot run in his house And make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I'ma slang that metal So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood To get it together Cause i'm the tolas mario And we down for whatever Nerver underestimate or you goin under Y'all keep on playin with Lil Wayne But that lil' boy trouble And plus dis shorty be full, wodie Be scorin bundles, dem start wildin and Hit the block and let his toys rumble And it go ratter tatter Ya be suprised how niggaz scatter When the M-1 shatter And everybody on they block They get bout ten in they bladder (Chorus)2x Tell 'em lights off Mask on Creep silent Your lifes gone We done left the block quiet Verse 2 La When it's time to ride It ain't no time to play It could be time to die At any time of the day And i'll be godammit If i let a nigga steel me It will not happen Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em And got my glocks rammin Leave a nigga spot damaged That's how the beat made us I chief three blunts So I can get a head rush Then come around the corner And your whole day crush I'm sick and tired Niggas choosin test a boy They get hit and die Some of 'em scared of man slaughter So they stay inside And watch they partner get lit up And then they ask why That's cause you played wit' me They could'nt of known im'a guerilla Drama stayed with me Run in his home went to kill him Took his head with me You better get it right or keep it right Or lose your whole town Tell em' lights off It's about to go down (Chorus)2x Verse 3 Massacire all these streets block it off Lil' Wayne in yo' hood With something like a rocket dog And I'm after ay I don't pass beef I stop at all That boy got a head on his shoulders I knock it off I'm highly intoxicated mixing Crystal and vodka Somebody call the doctor Cause my chopper done went block, knock nigga out the way man I'm sorry but us guerillas we can't stay tamed, say it man Are you ready, ready Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there We all flare, don't care, dog they all tear Give the guns to the one with the long hair Dem block burner It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy (Breathes)they breathe heavlily Bullets they come steadily You better stay off the block Cause you might fall You better stay off the block Cause the lights off (Chorus)4x (Lil' Wayne) Lights off Tell em' lights off La, la, la lights off Nigga lights off We done left the block quiet
Artist: Lil' Wayne Album: Baller Blockin' soundtrack Song: Calling Me Killer Typed by: [email protected]
[Lil' Wayne] Killer! Huh? Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a... ...killer! What? What? Killer! What? What? Check! 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 Anywhere - 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 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! (Hook [Lil' Wayne]) Them callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front Me! Them callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front [Lil' Wayne] 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- (-Hook [Lil' Wayne]) [Lil' Wayne] 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' Hundred 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 Come splittin' when I spit (Hook- [Lil' Wayne]) [Lil' Wayne] -Me! See, them callin' me killer Huh? Because them callin' me killer What? Them niggas callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga What? Callin' me killer (Killer) Callin' me killer (Killer) Them callin' me killer (Killer!) Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!) Killer! What?
| Artist: Lil' Wayne Album: Baller Blockin' soundtrack Song: Calling Me Killer Typed by: [email protected] |
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| [Lil' Wayne] Killer! Huh? Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a... ...killer! What? What? Killer! What? What? Check! 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 Anywhere - 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 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! (Hook [Lil' Wayne]) Them callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front Me! Them callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga My niggy, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front [Lil' Wayne] 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- (-Hook [Lil' Wayne]) [Lil' Wayne] 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' Hundred 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 Come splittin' when I spit (Hook- [Lil' Wayne]) [Lil' Wayne] -Me! See, them callin' me killer Huh? Because them callin' me killer What? Them niggas callin' me killer Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga What? Callin' me killer (Killer) Callin' me killer (Killer) Them callin' me killer (Killer!) Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!) Killer! What? |
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