Lil Wayne - The Heat lyrics

Fuck with me, you know what it is

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 motherfucker would trip this year
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 motherfucker would trip this year

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
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 monster man
I'm gonna find you and my AP nine don't 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 right where he stands
I'ma die with this blazer
Right in these hands

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 motherfucker would trip this year
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 motherfucker would trip this year

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 whatever that await's me
Run up in your place while you're sleepin
Awake thee calicoes, ak's, Uzi machines
Got ya misplacin your arms
And losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch 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 bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mister
Me and my damn pistol me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And imma have to sing you this song nigga

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 motherfucker would trip this year
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 motherfucker would trip this year

I got the scope on the tool
I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga 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 nigga breath I stand over the
Body with the boy in his tee say bang, bang
Say breathe deep breath I stand over
The body with the boy in his chest, clear
Now the boy is a mess and the block
In fear cause ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what ever is left
Before you run into a nigga
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 face
Make no mistake Weezy never hesitate
I'll pop till your shit separate like ew!

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 motherfucker would trip this year
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 motherfucker would trip this year

Up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit that nigga like that, he gotta die
Hit him up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit that nigga like that, he gotta die
Say up, down, front, back, side to side
You hit that nigga like that, he gotta die
Say up, down, front, back, side to side
Hit that nigga like that, he gotta die woah

Weezy F Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is The Carter for you one