The Heat Lil Wayne
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[Intro]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 1]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy, love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin' stomach
You niggas better take side with Young Money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
Oh, 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
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a monster, man
I'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wilin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Chorus]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 1]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy, love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin' stomach
You niggas better take side with Young Money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
Oh, 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
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a monster, man
I'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wilin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands
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