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