Lil Wayne Tha Heat Lyrics

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[Lil Wayne]
**** with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a ************ would trip this year

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a **** about a ************
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You *****s better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
'cause I'm a monster man
I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer right in these hands

[Chorus: x2]

Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whatever that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleeping await the
Calicoes, AK's, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacing your arms and losing your knees
I am taking names, so who want to leave
Out this ***** with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshiting
Are hit ya truck got ya hood flipping
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mister
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And I'ma have to sing you this song *****

[Chorus: x2]

I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot ***** peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe ***** breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest, clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what ever's left
Before you run into a ***** like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy never hesitate
I'll pop till your **** separate like ew!

[Chorus: x2]

Written by: Teren Delvon Jones, Jonathan Owens, Adam Ryan Carter, Opio Lindsey, Tajai Massey, Pallo Peacock, Damani Thompson

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