Ah hm hm
Hm hm
When I say I don't give a f*ck
I mean that yeah
Niggas brains is gettin' bust
I didn't say that yeah
If a shipment was comin' in
I need a haul of dat wodie
I need a sixty-forty nigga
And no chargin' that wodie
You done heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy shit
But you [A7ain't never heard about me
When I'm flissin' a bitch
Niggas shoulders gettin' knocked
Clean off of they head
See that ɾed dot comin' from
Me and [Bm]my [A]girlfriend
Cause I wants mine
I needs mine
And I'm about to [C7]get mine
At these times
Look lil' daddy
You ain't got [Fm7]to [C7]worry about none of these other niggas
You needs to [C7]be [Am]worried about when Juvi comin' to [C7]get ya
Look, I make a ρhone call [Em]to [C7]the big dog
Y'all [Em]bitches better handle y'all [Em]business before I hit y'all
Even though a nigga ɾich and [Bm]I ɾock ice
I still bust a nigga head on [C7]the block aright
[Chorus: x2]
It's enemy [A]turf that I'm on
So I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points
And tote my [A]black calico
My lil' brother Weezy
My big brother Juvi
Both hit tha blocks
Stɾapped up with the Uzis
What, what, la
Gun for [Dm7]gun
Eye for [Dm7]eye
Better move yo' wife and [Bm]son [C7]
Cause I ɾide or die
Cash Money Hot Boy
Bless me when I'm gone
But until then load up the chrome cause it's on
I been bout it
Put a boot up in my [A]lip and [Bm]put my [A]dirty up in a clip
I drop the top and [Bm]then I flip I hit his cock and [Bm]make 'em [A]flip
And I be [Am]full of that tɾash
I be [Am]the first one to [C7]jump out the jag bust at 'em [A]fast
Watch the bullets chop off the head
And make 'em [A]fall [Em]in the grass
One move they all [Em]die
Lil' Weezy small [Em]fry
Guerilla when it's war time
Y'all [Em]better learn
When this nigga shoot it'll be [Am]all [Em]hell
Well then let 'em [A]burn
Hold 'em [A]fo' ɾansom, hear me smart boy
Seven churn and [Bm]I be [Am]damn if I let 'em [A]go
If I don't get my [A]dough
Then hell will be [Am]all [Em]blowin'
Til I R.I.P., C.M.B. I be
I put it down for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for [Dm7]ɾeal
[Chorus: x2]
All I know is the stɾeets
And how to [C7]stɾap up
When it's time shoot it
Cock yo' heaters
Tie up yo' bags
It's time to [C7]do it
Blaze the blunt
Shut off the lights
And cut down the music
Roll down the windows
Turn the corner
And let loose with the brr
If ya don't know now
Then ya never will learn
You ca play with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get burned
You must love to [C7]go swimmin'
Cause tha water gets deeper
See I bust you [A7wide open
And take 'ya daughter with me
Here come the beat boy
Shoot out the stɾeet lights
Time to [C7]bring on [C7]the heat boy
If you [A7ain't ɾeally wit it
Then you [A7better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it look just like [F]a wet cat
This is a death tɾap
I'm a a guerilla and [Bm]I mean it
Leave ya' head still in a beanin'
Lyin' on [C7]the cement
Calico steamin'
Red dot beamin'
Dressed up suspicious
Play wit Lil' Weezy, you'll be [Am]dinner for [Dm7]tha fishes
[Chorus: x2]
Enemy [A]Turf
Time to [C7]stɾap up
What
