The Heat (Chopped & Screwed|Explicit)-Lil Wayne

The Heat (Chopped & Screwed) - Lil Wayne F**k 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker would trip this year, come on Dressed in all black and my gun the same color Murder my enemy love thy brother And I ain't never gave a sh*t about a motherf**ker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younger 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 Yeah yeah 'cuz I'm a monster 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker would trip this year, come on 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 what ever 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 b**ch 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, yeah 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 I'ma have to sing you this song ni**a 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker would trip this year, come on I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do With a little red dot ni**a peek-a-boo Shh the silence will speak to you Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe Like bang bang say breathe ni**a 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 'Cuz ya boy up and left life is short enjoy what ever's left Before you run into a ni**a 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 never hesitate I'll pop till your sh*t 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 motherf**ker 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 motherf**ker would trip this year, come on