[Intro: Papa Rue]
Yea-yea, you know what I'm saying, it's the one Papa Rue (4 Real)
And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin' it down for Cash Money! (Uh-huh)
Come down!
[Chorus: Papa Rue]
Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
Drum rates erase, every day in the face (4 real)
I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
She test me, plenty niggas gone bleed (Yea, yea)
Under the possession of blood and crystal
Hittin' a nigga section with guns, leavin' it foul
Blow out ya, skies you coming back with the guns
Lil bads yell, "Hot!", to the top of my lungs
Same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
You know me lil' shorty Miss Cita's son
Lil' Wayne Nigga, Corleone, H-O-T B-O-Y U-P-T soldier
Can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
And the weed I smoke, and the corners I done sew
Who, you not ready? Uh-uh, not now, not then, not ever
Now, boom, clear the spot, better back off 'fore I blast off
Put my mask on and watch I, I act a dawg
Y'all wanted beef, and what, we made it worse
Three steps, shoot, pah! Nigga, we shoot first
Yea-yea, you know what I'm saying, it's the one Papa Rue (4 Real)
And tha Hot Boy$ Puttin' it down for Cash Money! (Uh-huh)
Come down!
[Chorus: Papa Rue]
Have you ever heard of a murderer, bloody murderer
The Hot Boys come one time, how many say murderer
Bloody murderer, Cash Money packing the low iron, low iron
Head bussa, wigsplitter one time
Hot Boy$ committing crime, crime
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron, low iron
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
Drum rates erase, every day in the face (4 real)
I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
She test me, plenty niggas gone bleed (Yea, yea)
Under the possession of blood and crystal
Hittin' a nigga section with guns, leavin' it foul
Blow out ya, skies you coming back with the guns
Lil bads yell, "Hot!", to the top of my lungs
Same nigga that a hit you set beat you son (4 real)
You know me lil' shorty Miss Cita's son
Lil' Wayne Nigga, Corleone, H-O-T B-O-Y U-P-T soldier
Can't stop me, with the bullets I throw, and the K's I tote
And the weed I smoke, and the corners I done sew
Who, you not ready? Uh-uh, not now, not then, not ever
Now, boom, clear the spot, better back off 'fore I blast off
Put my mask on and watch I, I act a dawg
Y'all wanted beef, and what, we made it worse
Three steps, shoot, pah! Nigga, we shoot first
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