Guerrilla Warfare

[some guy]
Dude there's three things that i love in life
Hot dog, hot ride and hot muthafuckin boyz

[juvenile]
I was standin on the muthafuckin corner, you dig
Head buzzin cuz i'm rolling marijuana, you dig
My lil cousin keep on asking me for money, you dig
I'm looking at her crazy cuz i think it's funny, you dig
Could have got yoself a job, or else do something, you dig
Baggin pennies minimum wage is better than nothing you dig
Some black folk got too much pride that's why they struggling, you dig
Gotta get up off yo ass and start to hustle, you dig
I don't wanna live that life no more, i'm chillin, you dig
I got a plan to be the man and make a million, you dig
I got a problem with some niggaz that be stealing, you dig
But it's all gravy, i know i'm gon sell a million, you dig
I told my momma i'm a put you in a mansion, you dig
Cash money records done made an expansion, you dig
We be in the studio, working like dogs, you dig
One day we gon do this it's gonna be off, you dig

[chorus]
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life, you know...

[juvenile]
I been looking for a way out for too long, you dig
That's why right now, i be writing song after song, you dig
Niggaz done gave me the green light you know it's on, you dig
Believe you gon hear juvenile after he gone, you dig
Ain't got no beef wit no other rapper and it's cool, you dig
But if you fucking wit me i might act a fool, you dig
I don't want it go there but i got a 2, you dig
Hey i'm sittin in my (?) but i gotta move, you dig
I battle for my son, i gotta plan, you dig
I be on blocks where niggaz straight up bust yo head, you dig
Nobody gon run they mouth because they scared, you dig
They no me and that ain't gon stop me from gettin paid, you dig
I ain't worried about nuttin, i'm on my own, you dig
I can handle all of my buisness from my phone, you dig
Wit all this right shit how can i go wrong, you dig
I be banging just like my daddy just cause i'm strong, you dig

[chorus]
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life, you know...

[verse 3]
I'm from the ghetto where everybody be broke, you dig
That don't mean that i'm might turn my back on my folks, you dig
Muthafuckaz be in my face cuz they be hatin, you dig
Muthafuckaz think i'm a chump but they mistakin, you dig
Nigga disrespectin the juvie i can take it , you dig
Ain't a problem i run away from, i gotta face it, you dig
If a bitch get outta line i'm a replace her, you dig (replace her)
Nigga like me run into a lot of faces, you dig
I know them women out there be looking for paper, you dig (what, what)
I'm a bad nigga fill em wit the amazin, you dig
Probably get my paper chase on just like (?), you dig
They think i'm not about my paper, better watch it, you dig
Fuckin and buyin women got me stunted, you dig
You see the cash money family, you know we comin, you dig
I only play out with this music because i wanna, you dig
And when i get my fucking benz i'm gonna flaunt it, you dig

[chorus] x2
You know what he talking bout, that boy, that nut nice
You know what he talking bout, fuck wit him lose yo life
You know what he talking bout, that boy juve a fool
You know what he talking bout, nigga act like you cool

{you know what he talking bout nigga} x 3

Lil' wayne:

Clear da set nigga

(what) (what) (what) (what)

(verse 1)

See i be ridin' on the prime in the lex bubble
Ready to come out the truck and make yo chest buckle
When i come i lay the sprays wit k's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
But when i finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
Dressed in black...long hair...long gaks...lights off no stun'n
Pack to the back, no mask, i'm thuggin'
(what!)what u wan' do, if yo ribs don't bust it
Then 20 mo' nigga's follow in hummer's, so ain't nothin'
(look!)17 ward is where i grew up at
So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
I blew up that cmb so respect my peeps
Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
A little more than you expect nigga...i clear da set

Chorus:

You know they say lil' wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
Dem...dem...really shouldn't try lil' wayne cuz he will play with k's
And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
They...they all got burnt, couldn't can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test lil' wayne
Cuz i...i clear the set messin' wit' me

(verse 2)

I find a nigga where he stay
Cock my iron release and spray
We gone ride or we gone play
Its on my mind nigga anyday
Make you die where you lay
Try me and see what shakes
Why nigga i ain't fake
Bahdi bye bye now apply away
With them blood claw...lawd(lord)
The m-o-b will break them nuts off...lawd
The must really think this is checkers boy...but why
But to be this hot when u play wit' a peppa boy...now cry
Look...look...i don't mean no harm
But u might think i'm wrong
But if u play with me and my click, you'll blow up like a bomb
I...i upset yo home
Throw slugz at yo dome
Just gimme the word and i shine the chrome bring my help and its on
Yall lil boys shouldn't come against the uptown assasin
Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
Soulja bandana wit' bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
Once i hit the set look everybody burns like a heater

(chorus)

Now hold up as i bust back, watch playboy
Keep a dub sack, hey boy
Come to irritate yo day, boy
Watch yo chest seperate, boy
When i cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
And done kill them blood clots....what the deal
Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
See hittin' corners ain't no real biggie
I'm use to be set in that (?) wit my still flippin'
I'm pistol grippin'...ridin wit my grill glisten
Niggas done caught up in beef ..till they still missin'
Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin'
A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin' bout he gone kill yo ms.'s
Now peep it out
We gone clear da set but watch'em (sweep!!!) sweep it out
I'm cheap and cheaper and cops bustin' in yo people house
If the nigga wan' play i turn batter to flour
So nigga clear da set and bout 5 after the hour

(chorus) 1x

I make'em watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!!) go up in flames
They..they all got burnt they can't stand the heat
I bet none of them (?) jackers ain't gone test lil' wayane
Cuz i...i clear the set messin' wit' me

With the blood claw.....lawd(lord) (repeat 3x)

Hot boys untamed guerillas...what!!!

(intro)
We ridin coming up out of the flames with the k firing (ride, ride)
Hot boys ridin our flames firing (ride, ride, ride)

(juvenile)
I'm bout to make a move so you best to 86
Cause i be coming through
With shit that be seperating bricks
You got a rudin' tude(attitude) then you best a get it fixed
And ain't no missing you cause i got too many clips
Hey then then too many times i gotta straighten the cross
Them niggaz was trying but i was breaking

(papa rue)
Yea, yea you ??? it's papa rue (4 real)
And tha hot boy$ puttin it down for cash money!
Come down!

Chorus: (papa rue)
Have you ever heard of a murda, bloody murda
The hot boys come one time, how many say murda,
Bloody murda, cash money packing the low iron!

Head bussa, wigsplitter one time!
Hot boy$ cummiting crime!
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 1: (lil' wayne)
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase
Drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real)
I, i, shoot first, slugs leave quickly
She test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed (yea, yea)
Under the position of blood and crystylle
Hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul
Blow out cha sky's you coming bak 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 meacita's son
Lil' wayne nigga, calleon, 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 bomb clear the spot, better back off, fore i blast off
Put my mask on and watch i,i, act a dawg
Ya'll wanted beef and what we made it worse
3 steps shoot pah!, nigga we shoot first!

Chorus: (papa rue)
Have you ever heard of a murda, bloody murda
The hot boys come one time, how many say murda,
Bloody murda, cash money packing the low iron!

Head bussa, wigsplitter one time!
Hot boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 2: (b.g.)
It's a dirty world, gotta play the game for what it's worth
I was taught the way to survive a shoot out is to shoot first
That first draw daily it a leave you ass in the hoarse
And i refuse to be the one on the t~shirt
Now lil' turk you got the ak? (he say for sure i got it)
Lil' wayne you drivin? (b.g. you know i'm drivin)
Juve put your camouflage nigga tonight we ridin'
These niggaz thats playin with us like flys they gone be droppin'
We burnin' block like a forest fire burn nigga
Them chopper bullets melt you body open burn nigga
Like a perm sittin in a hoe hair to long burn nigga
Beefin' with the hot boy$ i hope you people got insurance nigga
It's gone be 187 after 187, it's gone be blukah after blukah on my mack 11
Every time i hit a nigga set the seen get worse you heard me
Fuck all that stuntin, duck, cause i'm shoot first ya heard me!

Chorus: (papa rue)
Have you ever heard of a murda, bloody murda
The hot boys come one time, how many say murda,
Bloody murda, cash money packing the low iron!

Head bussa, wigsplitter one time!
Hot boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 3: (young turk)
When i shoot first erasing every nigga on your set
Two timer my thug name i be thuggin in black
More artillery than an army have reala
Serving you block you get caught be the one to killa
Settin, no hesitation in my per finger (cash money crew)
When my guns bang it be singing like a sanger
Head banger shottin niggaz like a sarenge
Wanna play games well say hello to my friend frankie
The nigga who working with 50 shots can't run can't
Hide so you automatically got, nonstop it becoming with full speed
Nigaa that's what you get fucking with a nigga like me
Tha h.b. hot boys from c.m.r.
Like juv, fuck with us it a be no tomorrow
Think we playin, and test us bad nigga
It a be you ass one more nigga who will get a figure.

Chorus: (papa rue)
Have you ever heard of a murda, bloody murda
The hot boys come one time, how many say murda,
Bloody murda, cash money packing the low iron!

Head bussa, wigsplitter one time!
Hot boy$ cummiting you crime!
Head bussa, wigsplitter two times!
Just feel the heat of me low iron!

Verse 4: (juvenile)

Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads
Kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever i go
And i always had to hustle & i could go head
I was snatching by the truck loads all in your shit
My mommy used to tell me you gotta slow down
But i didn't wanna hear shit cause i was a clown
Look i done showed you lil niggaz
I done mold you lil niggaz
You besta not play with me cause
Look,i done told you lil niggaz
I ain't the one my nerves bad, i move quick
That was potna that you killed what's happening with you bitch
I hit em bam bam, two to the chest
Bam bam two to the head
Bam on through the neck
I looked up, now which one of you
Bitches wanna be next, i picked the case
And then i broke through the jects
Damn them bitches saw me i hope they don't talk
But if i think they gone talk beleive they ain't
Gonna walk, you see these golds, these diamonds,
All these houses, these jews, they got niggaz
Trying to jack and i'm acting a fucking fool
I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps
I know that a nigga wait'n trying to put it in my lap!
(shoot 1st.)

(papa rue)
Have you ever heard of a murda, bloody murda

{papa rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it}

[lil' wayne]
What
Check, check
Head buster, set ripper
Neighborhood superstar
Corner splitter
While we dispose of
Nigga broad hitter
Hot boys soldier
Expedition flipper, hell
Niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play
Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a k
I'm just a scrub, i can't scuff; i'm too light to fight
I'm lil' too thin to win so i ride at night
You're fake, respect, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong one
I'll break your neck, nigga
You're playin' with the wrong gun
I use k's to wet niggas
I'm sprayin' the whole room
Better watch your back, nigga
Lil' one, that's a wrap
March nigga step up when i.. i bust a cap
Niggas drop like (whistle) splat
Keep jokin' here, and i'm gon' show you what i'm 'bout
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out

(chorus)
[lil' wayne]
Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out
Respect my mind or have them boys in your house
[b.g.]
Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome
Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on
[lil' wayne]
Respect my mind 'cause we that hot boy clique
Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this
[b.g.]
Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch
Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit

[juvenile]
Nigga, watch me grow up
When i was small he had plan
My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man
My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure
Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods
I understood at a young age my poppa would spray
Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face
He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable
But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable
Who undercover slow he made deals under the table
Workin' for the feds 'round my people wearin' a cable
My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope
All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke
Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84
Developed my hustlin' skills from yomey and black zo
When i got to the point that i wasn't small no more
Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough
I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know
Swear to god i ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know
I got a few under my belt and i'ma make it one more
Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor
Respect my mind

(chorus)

[b.g.]
Me, wayne, turk, and juvenile gettin' blunted
In fresh pearl-white suburb 1500
No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick
He should have knew hot boys wasn't bringin' back shit
That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played
Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed
All week long, look, i'm a nigga on the grind
All year round i make you niggas respect my mind
Every single day it's a must i tote that fuckin' iron
Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed
I blues blocks to bust heads
I use glocks and play hotels to the feds
Niggas know i ain't the one to be repped on
Move when i'm comin' through, or you get stepped on
I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on
I'm shootin' through that, thought you knew that
That's how b.geezy do that
I ride dirty, and when i ride you die
All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind

(chorus)

[turk]
Nigga, respect my mind
Can't, then stay your distance
Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin'
I soak your spot when you're repping on me
Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me
What's happenin', wodie
Do you think you ready for us
Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must
Come through your cut
Nigga, it's over, don't spook now
'cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha
Nigga. fuck all that; i ain't gon' talk, i'ma save it
Original h.b., nigga, i ride mercedes
A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures
Wear soldiers and 'bauds, and gettin' richer and richer
I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes
Nigga, respect my mind or i'll knock off your nose

(chorus 2x)

[lil' wayne]
Respect my mind

(lil' wayne)

Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla

(juvenile)

Everyday i hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot, they be killin' my block
They be havin' them whole people scared up
They be havin' them lil' children scared duckin'
But they don't give a fuck
They wanna see whats up
Niggas done play wit' his people now they gone bust'em up
Some of them snortin' dope, some of them bag that kill
Some of them jus bout that foolishness some of them play it evil
I remember the club, they got banged up
Nigga was in the middle of it wit' his brains bust
And his partner saw, all of them niggas face
And now they wanna turn the tomorrow into a murder case
Nigga get out of jail, he still be up in beef
Gotta get some money, gotta get him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck

(chorus)

(b.g.)

Dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I sat dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem cash money niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem hot boy niggas, yeah dem boys at war

(lil' wayne)

(huh!!)
Nigga...what!!...what!!
Walk it like you talk it nigga
Wayne's sparkin' nigga bulldogs be barkin' nigga
This is the army nigga whoa woedy keep it cool
Fo i get full of the c and d and take out me and you
See personnally...i can't see..when dem niggas out to murderin' me
So i spin blocks in bently's
Keep'em from murderin' me
Me and the butcher knife killa
Two wild loose guerillas....untamed guerillas
Nigga....were....y'all....at, i'm a lil' tiger
And i wear....all....black full of that fire
And i puff til its gone, boy i'mma a rider
Strap up cuz its on
What!!....nigga thinks its cool to not wear a vest no mo'
Boy in this war, you want eve much have a chest no mo'
Y'all boys ain't ready to get lost in cross fire
Never dem toss (?) we'z neva die

(chorus)

Dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from the 17th, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas out the 3rd ward, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem 13th niggas, yeah dem boys at war
I say dem at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem hot boys niggas will take yo boys to work

(b.g.)

Now it was drama going on in my neck of the woods
Beef kickin' through out the hood niggas up to no good
Look here..they stappin' up, click clackin' up...loading dem thangs
Niaggas are taggin', they backin' up, they let'em hang
My niggas walkin' up, pullin' up, fuck a drive by
Cuz the nigga on the passenger side automatically die
Capable to slide, wit' a u-p-t
You out of bound, you ain't from uptown, cross martin luther king
Its pistol play on up and up
Niggas being big mouthed so they gettin tossed up
You better be about yo business cuz its going down
Niggas gettin' out, two weeks later they body found
I can't be fuckin' with them niggas drawin' beef to me
Have me in shoot outs that don't concern the b.g.
I play it like the next nigga fuck he play it raw
But i gotta watch my fuckin' ass cuz dem boys at war
Dem boys at war

(chorus)

Man..dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
Yeah dem boys at war...oh dem boys at war
I say dem hot boy niggas will take yo boys to war

(turk)

Camoflaugin' undisguise on the hit
Hummer's we drivin' and in it yo boy told us we ain't playin' wit
Nothin' but head busta...thats who i roll wit'
Hangin' from coppers wit' choppers givin' a fuck..we hit
Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia
Niggas be shell shocked knockin' heads of a shoulders
Spittin(?) mac 10, grenedes blowin shit up
Troopers be on roofs wit' scopes shootin shit up
Head shots what they givin' no surrenderin' you never die
Spin in da bed, in the rover wit' the six tires
Cuttin' throats leave'em hangin' like ropes
Dead bodies is what you find, niggas be dying slow
Killa's gone ride wit' lows
My nigga l be teamed up
S-k's fifty shots and choppers
Nigga its nothing descent in this battle donkey
Untamed guerillas and bout leaving you funky

(chorus)

(b.g.)
Dem boys at war...dem boys at war
Dem niggas from uptown, dem boys at war
Dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem niggas from downtown, dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem cash money niggas, oh dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem hot boy niggas, oh dem boys at war
Yeah dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem 3rd ward niggas, man dem boys at war
I say dem boys at war...i say dem boys at war
I say dem real ass niggas, well dem boys at war

Wear yo chopper take a nigga to war

Wear yo nine and take a nigga to war

Prepare yo fire take a nigga to war

You ain't gone believe what u saw

Nigga been playin' the game raw

When you at war playin' the game raw

Dem boys at war
Playin' the game raw
Dem boys at war

1--they playin' the game raw
2--dem boys at war (repeat 1 & 2 nine times)

Look..they playin the game raw

Dem boys at war

Dem boys at war

Dem hot boy niggas will take yo boys to war

Dem cash money niggas will take yo boys to war

My nigga juvenile will take yo boys to war

My nigga lil' weezy will take yo boys to war

My nigga big baby will take yo boys to war

My nigga manny fresh will take yo boys to war

That nigga b.g. will take yo boys to war