[00:00.00] 作词 : R. Dickerson/D. Carter
[00:00.00] 作曲 : R. Dickerson/D. Carter
[00:00.00](Lil Wayne talking)
[00:06.48]**** with me, you know what it is
[00:07.29](Hook 2x)
[00:10.71]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[00:14.04]The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
[00:16.53]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[00:19.68]I wish a mother****er would trip this year
[00:22.17](Verse One)
[00:33.90]Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
[00:36.75]Murder my enemy love thy brotha
[00:39.42]And I ain't never gave a **** about a mother****er
[00:42.06]Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
[00:44.94]You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money
[00:48.42]You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
[00:51.06]I'll be around when the times get ugly
[00:53.37]When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
[00:56.40]The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
[00:59.22]I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
[01:03.03]Cuz I'm a monsta man
[01:04.65]I'm gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
[01:07.56]I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
[01:10.32]I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
[01:13.17]I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
[01:16.05]I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[01:18.87](Hook 2x)
[01:19.02]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[01:21.84]The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
[01:24.27]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[01:27.48]I wish a mother****er would trip this year
[01:29.94](Verse 2)
[01:41.70]Twenty-two's, thirty- eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's
[01:44.58]Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
[01:47.67]So ready for whateva that awaits me
[01:50.19]Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
[01:52.98]Calicoes, ak's, Uzi -machines
[01:55.50]Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
[01:58.38]I am takin names, so who wanna leave
[02:01.17]Out this b***h with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
[02:03.84]I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t's
[02:06.84]And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshitting
[02:10.71]AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
[02:12.81]Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
[02:16.53]And I be right where I am mista
[02:18.60]Me and my damn pistol
[02:20.04]Me and my girlfriend
[02:21.63]In this world alone, so bring it on
[02:23.94]And umma have to sing you this song, mother****er
[02:26.25](Hook 2x)
[02:26.49]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[02:29.61]The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
[02:32.07]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[02:35.25]I wish a mother****er would trip this year
[02:37.71](Verse 3)
[02:48.99]I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
[02:51.96]With a little red dot, mother****er peek-a-boo
[02:55.20]Shhh the silence will speak to you
[02:57.60]Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
[03:00.42]Like Bang! Bang! say breathe, mother****er breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
[03:06.00]Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
[03:13.08]Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
[03:17.88]Life is short enjoy what eva's left
[03:20.25]Before you run into a mother****er like me and meet death
[03:23.55]In less than three seconds I'll pull a three- eighty
[03:25.80]Three feet from my waist
[03:27.36]Three inches from your faces
[03:29.01]Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
[03:31.50]I'll pop till your mother****ers separate like eewww!
[03:34.11](Hook 2x)
[03:34.23]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[03:37.38]The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
[03:45.48]I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
[03:54.33]I wish a mother****er would trip this year
[03:56.70](Bridge 4x)
[03:57.30]**** up, down, front,
[03:58.50]back, side, side hit a
[04:00.45]**** like that he's
[04:18.72]gonna die

作词 : R. Dickerson/D. Carter
作曲 : R. Dickerson/D. Carter
(Lil Wayne talking)
**** with me, you know what it is
(Hook 2x)
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 mother****er would trip this year
(Verse One)
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a **** about a mother****er
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggas 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
Cuz I'm a monsta 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 rite where he stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
(Hook 2x)
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 mother****er would trip this year
(Verse 2)
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 whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's, Uzi -machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this b***h 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 bullshitting
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma have to sing you this song, mother****er
(Hook 2x)
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 mother****er would trip this year
(Verse 3)
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot, mother****er 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, mother****er 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 cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva's left
Before you run into a mother****er 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 neva hesitate
I'll pop till your mother****ers separate like eewww!
(Hook 2x)
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 mother****er would trip this year
(Bridge 4x)
**** up, down, front,
back, side, side hit a
**** like that he's
gonna die