paroles de chanson The Heat - Album Version (Edited) - lil wayne
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
Dressed
in
all
black
and
my
gun
the
same
color
Murder
my
enemy
love
thy
brotha
And
I
ain't
never
gave
a
shit
about
a
motherfucker
Hit
him
up
and
watch
the
guts
come
up
out
a
younga
stomach
You
niggaz
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
Cause
I'm
a
monsta
man
I'm
gonna
find
you
in
my
AP
nine
on
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
rite
where
he
stands
I'm
gonna
die
with
this
blazer
rite
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
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
whateva
that
awaits
me
Run
up
in
your
place
wile
you're
sleepin
await
the
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
mista
Me
and
my
damn
pistol
Me
and
my
girlfriend
In
this
world
alone,
so
bring
it
on
And
umma
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
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
ova
the
body
with
the
boy
in
his
tee
Say
Bang!
Bang!
say
breathe
deep
breath
I
stand
ova
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
eva's
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
faces
Make
no
mistake
Weezy
neva
hesitate
I'll
pop
till
your
shit
separate
like
eewww!
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
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7 Cash Money Millionaires - Album Version (Edited)
8 Inside - Album Version (Edited)
9 Bring It Back - Main Clean
10 Who Wanna - Album Version (Edited)
11 On The Block #2 - Album Version (Edited)
12 Snitch - Album Version (Edited)
13 Ain't That A Bitch - Album Version (Edited)
14 Walk Out - Album Version (Edited)
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