[Lil' Wayne]   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, it's 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 it's him or me   I pop head-bustas quick   I rock here for my brick   I chop that, I'ma (?)   My shop here (????)   I always.. thug in black   And always.. bustin' gats   Your girly's.. fuckin' back   Now how you... lovin' that      Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)      Hot Boys wodie, respect us   Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords   It's warfare, you betta, vest up   But if you ain't scared, they blow, your sets up      [Lil' Wayne]   Listen, listen   I give it to 'em how they ask me   Raw and nasty   Tha AK, I pack it   Believe I'm 'bout that action   Slash a busta like a fraction   I'm 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 it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts   For only half-a brick   I'll blast tha fifty   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   Ya'll betta call people up   I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between your guts   Wayne 'bout ta (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up   Ya'll betta duck   When it get real, they hide from me   But, all them bustas '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 tha fire truck in... (whoooo!)      (Chorus 2x)      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-a ya'll be feminine   Bounce in with a twitch   Leave 'em crawlin' out a ditch   God damn... son of a shhh!.. 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.. 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!      (Chorus 3x)      [Juvenile}   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 tha year 2000, it's all about Wayne   It's your chrome, man, run that thang   17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown   Do that there   Huh, huh, huh, huh