What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen

When I come through busting
Everybody on the block be running
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I be thugging
Got them things, ten a key, hustling
Catch me at the 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 nightmare
This is all I know, it’s gang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block I hang hang
Who am I? Lil’ Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My sell is ten a key
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it’s him or me
I pop at busters quick
I rock half of a brick
I chop that, Dominic’s
My shop here by the Vic’s
I always thug in black
And always busting gats
Your girl legs pumping back
Now how you’re loving that?

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up

Listen, listen
I give it to ’em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
The AK, I pack it
Believe I’m ’bout that action
Slash a buster like a fraction
I’m on that yolla
Standing on the 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 to order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half a brick
I’ll blast the fifth
And I ain’t gon’ stop shooting ’til I jam the clip
Yeah, I’m a small creeper, what
But it’s about to get ugly
Ya’ll better call people up
I’m about to start shoving my sawed-off between your guts
Wayne ’bout to (cugghh-gghh-gghh) ball people up
Ya’ll better duck
When it get real, they hide from me
But, all them busters ’bout to get killed, I’m tired of it
Man, I’m thugging ’til the day I-I die, cousin
Weezy Wee, let ’em burn, bring the fire truck in (Whoop!)

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up

Nigga, let it be known
I’ll come blow up your home
Take a few blunts to the 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
Burning off that Hennesy
Some of ya’ll be feminine
Bounce in with a twitch
Leave ’em crawling out a ditch
God damn son of a shh! Don’t speak
I cocked that, and let it go, ts! Give ’em heat
Your cheese, I got to get paid
I’m going all out, no matter what it takes
I was raised up on that paper
Kill-for-the-scrill was in my nature
Tote M1s and keep the block hot
Sell raw coke to keep my Glock hot
Never add taxes to my price, man
And if a boy play, I ride at night, man
What!

Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representing Team Cash Money Records
It’s warfare, you better vest up
But if you ain’t scared, then throw your sets up

Uh, uh, uh
Say Lil’ Weezy
You did this one here, ya heard me
They ain’t gon’ never get well from this one
It’s like they said, boy
In the year 2000, it’s all about Wayne
It’s your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to the 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
Huh, huh, huh, huh