Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what

Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trusting no man
Got my Glock cocked, running this thing, ya understand
We be steaming, blazing, nines, pumps and Ks and
Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in (what, what, what)
Niggas busting heads and, running ducking Feds and (what)
Rocks under their tongues and, kis under their beds and
Hood full of real niggas, twenty-four seven hustlers
(Ugh) Until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain’t no love for no buster, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We keeping niggas hotter, ugh, nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and “blocka” at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, folding up with that drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in their veins (oh)
From the home of that ‘caine, jacking and cracking brains
Broadcasting live from Tha Block, it’s Lil’ Wayne (who it is?)

Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (Well bust something, nigga)
Are you ducking that law? (You better run from ’em, nigga)
Are you playing with that raw? (Well won’t you front something, nigga)
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha

See where I’m from we keep our guns out
Dodging cops and burning blocks so we be thugged out
It’s time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves and birds in that one house (I got it, I got it)
It’s all good in the hood hustling like it’s legal
Soon as you get it, hot (skrrt!) there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner store
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This everyday, at the spot where niggas murder off top, boy
It’s the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys
We don’t know what be going ’cause we so blunted from trees
And we’ll be ’round ya all day ’til we “400 Degreez”
And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch
They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flipping out off that raw
Betta stay in yo’ car, and make sure your door is locked
‘Cause this ain’t nothing proper, ’cause Tha Block is hot

Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (Well bust something, nigga)
Are you ducking that law? (You better run from ’em, nigga)
Are you playing with that raw? (Well won’t you front something, nigga)
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha

See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like
We done shot out all the street lights, so you can’t see who we be like
And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain’t got on no suits, ’cause we ain’t trying to be presidents
And ever since the coke drought, niggas been on a trip y’all
So you better watch what y’all playing with ’cause a nigga will try to flip y’all
They hit y’all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Huh, catch your breath, now shh, catch a slug
It’s street smarts, plenty niggas that keep sparks
When the heat starts, ain’t nobody got sweethearts
Darling we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week short, them little boys don’t give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won’t hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam—
Tie em up, put em in the vans then put a gat in his jaws
One move blow his cactuses off

Nigga, you got that yayo? (Well cook something, nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (Well bust something, nigga)
Are you ducking that law? (You better run from ’em, nigga)
Are you playing with that raw? (Well won’t you front something, nigga)
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is hot, Tha Block is hot, ha

Whot! Some people call me ’cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns ’cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-shh, cook it up, ’cause Tha Block is hot
Say look daddy, just hook it up, ’cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga whot! Some people call me ’cause Tha Block is hot
Shk-a-blaow! Bust ya guns ’cause Tha Block is hot
Nigga ch-shh, cook it up, ’cause Tha Block is hot
Say look daddy, just hook it up, ’cause Tha Block is hot

Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Nigga, my block hot, nigga, my block burn
My block on fire, nigga, what about yours?
Tha Block is hot, ha ha ha ha