Lyrics Let's Go - Big Tymers , lil wayne
It's
gravy
nigga.
Believe
it.
You
hot?
Fuck
it.
Hot
as
a
firecracker.
(It's
gravy
too.)
I
got
a
mac
in
this
bag.
(click
clock)
What
you
got?
Glock.
(Look)
[Baby]
Nigga
I'ma
tell
ya
straight
off
the
bat
I
got
a
mac
in
this
bag
with
20
grams
of
crack
And
I'ma
sit
in
the
back
seat
of
yo'
'Lac
Just
in
case
I
gotta
snap,
a
firette
to
the
chest
If
I
don't
know
shit,
I
know
cars
and
broads
I
done
ordered
plenty
hits
and
watched
heads
come
off
And
I
done
saw
my
nigga
get
life
behind
them
bars
To
them
dog
hoes,
nigga,
we
scream
"fuck
'em
all!"
I
hustle
hard
in
these
city
streets
I
got
my
block
on
fire
with
my
HB's
Spinnin'
Benz
in
these
drop
tops
double
r
Cook
a
brick,
flip
'em
up,
now
I
got
'em
hard
And
you
can
find
me
Right
up
in
them
hallways,
holdin'
and
totin'
Got
the
whole
motherfuckin
block
loaded
and
smokin'
Nigga
know
one
thang:
its
some
uptown
shit
If
a
nigga
get
it
fucked,
then
we
killin'
a
bitch
[Chorus]
Nigga
I'ma
tell
ya
this,
straight
off
the
bat
I
got
a
mac
in
this
bag,
with
20
grams
of
crack
Well
let's
go
nigga,
see
we
can
slide
nigga
'cause
if
you
hot,
then
I'm
hot,
let's
ride
nigga
Look,
I'ma
tell
you
this,
straight
off
the
top
I
got
a
blunt,
and
a
glock,
and
a
bag
of
rocks
Let's
go
nigga,
let's
slide
nigga
If
you
hot,
then
I'm
hot,
let's
ride
nigga
[Lil
Wayne]
Better
pay
attention
now
so
you
don't
forget
later
I
run
the
damn
block,
I
oversee
all
of
the
paper
Don't
make
me
take
ya,
play
ya
I
cock
the
glock
and
spray
ya
Call
it
a
caper,
won't
be
no
as-salama-laka
And
J,
he
got
the
gauges,
they
cocked
and
ready
Make
me
run
up
in
ya
places
and
pop
ya
daddy
Got
them
bricks
rocked
and
heavy,
let
it
be
known
I
cook
it
hard
and
cut
'em
in
zones
and
the
money
be
gone
Then
I
hit
a
blunt
to
the
dome,
and
ride
when
night
falls
Supply
the
white
raw,
if
there's
a
problem,
knock
ya
wife
off
Lock
the
spot
down
Respect
it
young
nigga,
I'm
creepin'
over
Now
cut
it
with
just
a
little
bakin'
soda,
breakin'
boulders
I
take
it
out
my
holster
and
bakin'
soldiers
whenever
Nigga
it's
whatever,
tell
ya
ma
to
call
the
reverend
You
see
me
on
the
block
with
crack,
gats,
and
weed
Rats,
plats,
and
ki's,
that's
practically
me
Chorus
[Lil
Wayne]
See
I'm
a
hustler,
cut-throat,
put
rhymes
in
mom's
muffler
You
can't
even
count
how
many
times
the
9's
bust
at
ya
Some
of
the,
niggas
that
you
run
with
are,
suckas
bruh
None
of
ya,
won't
leave,
without
some
bullets
up
in
ya
Niggas
can't
hold
me
down,
wodie
wild
'cause
all
that
they
can
hear
is
loud
screamin'
and
explosive
sounds
They
show
me
how
to
cook
that
brown
and
rock
that
white
No
school,
put
that
book
back
down,
pick
up
that
knife
See
that's
the
real
reason
I
hate
to
be
on
tour
I'd
rather
be
back
on
the
block
with
a
bird
of
that
pure
Niggas
got
it
all
wrong,
thinkin'
I'm
all
song
But
yall
gon'
twist
it
and
end
up
all
gone
Dog-gone
cocksuckers,
you
not
thuggers
I
pop
dozens
of
glocks,
cousins,
in
my
struggle
So
stop
frontin',
it
ain't
gon'
get
ya
everywhere
I'ma
start
bustin',
and
bullets
hit
ya
everywhere
Chorus
x
2
[Baby
talks
till
end]
1 Beef
2 Act a Ass
3 Biznite
4 Let's Go
5 Tha Blues
6 The Blues
7 Realized
8 Jump Jiggy
9 Shine
10 Shine
11 Wish You Would
12 Skit
13 Break Me Off
14 Lil' One
15 Fuck Wit Me Now
16 F**k Wit Me Now
17 Everything
18 Hit U Up
19 Hit U Up
20 Intro (Watch Them People)
21 Break Me Off
22 Shine
23 Intro (Watch Them People)
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