Aw aw
Aw aw!
Aw aw!!
Peep me out, look!
Head busting, black fatigues
So blunted, 400 degrees, it's Weezy
Nigga, respect it
When you see the left hand bugging, nigga, respect it
But if you see the left hand busting, nigga, you're disrespecting
Took one to the chest, I never die, I'm the same brother
Jump out and shoot Ks, let 'em fly, I'm the same brother
It's a must they recognize that I'm untamed, brother
Disconnect a boy like a damn change number
(Uh), hang up and try again
I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again
Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again
Go to jail, and do life, not five to ten
Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my man, fam
My niggas don't give a Jean-Claude Van Damme
About you, 'cause we don't play around
Bring the K around, spray the town, take the ground
Take the ground that you walk on
Tap the phones that you talk on
Jam ya up and take your arms off
I hit you twice with the sawed-off
And your neck, and just watch your head fall off fall off
You think ya love me, I shoot anybody that look suspicious (what)
I bust the street sweeper until the damn drum bust (what)
I hit the hood (I hit the hood) be up in all black, (be in all black)
Numb-nut
I run up in your house with a Tommy gun, what
I'm standing there like I don't mind
Run through your clique like a weak defensive line
Ya'll ain't ready

You want war, nigga, let's beef beef
We can do it how ya want, or take it to the streets streets
I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet
Through your air (through your air) leave ya burning like heat
What ya ain't know? I'm the one from the T.C
Chopper shooter, block bruiser, I'll bet any G (any G)
On fire, nigga, labeled as a HB
And if I can't kill you killing your family (family)
Think it's a game, 'rilla, test my nuts, you'll see
How fast I send shots through your 6V (6V)
Heads bust if ya really think it's CMB
And I know you all know about Slim and B
We get our ball on, nigga, drink Cristy
Me and Buck get head from meekos in Tennessee
Betta ask somebody, nigga, I been a G
And Baby still serving niggas for ten a key nigga

Aw, aw, aw, look
Call me Big Baller, Big Tymer, Big Pockets
Call me Big Stunna, Big Stick, or Big Body
Call me that little nigga with the rope full of diamonds
Call me the number one Hot Boy on fire
Fire, when you shoot outta town, then I'mma holler
With a crate of Crystile, couple of blunts, and a condom
Let him know if (let him know if) he down bad, that ain't my problem
Let him know if he come at me bad, then I'mma chop him
Ch-uh chop him
Put the flame to him
All of a sudden the thing hits straight through him
'Cause I'm the same nigga, pimper boy, Lil' Wayne
Thugged out, pants fall to my shoe strings
But since I usually do the best at things
That mean I gotta wear a vest at things
I really think them niggas jealous of the sparkle in my necklace
Ya'll ain't ready ya'll ain't ready