Burn This City
This Fire! Burn This City! This Fire! Burn This City! Burn This City! This Fire! Burn This City! This Fire! Burn This City! Burn This City! [Chorus] This fire is outta control Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) [x4] [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, stop playin' wit me cannon in my hand And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land Intercept a niggas plans ineffective ass nigga I'm fi-fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga My vessel pump liquor I'm a special ass nigga No frontin' I'm in front of these extra last niggas I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter Open up the Maserati fuck the highway troopas Cause now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa So I hope that same trooper come find you when I lose ya (hey) These niggas talkin' out tha side of they medullas Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler Turn him into ice call me Weezy the jeweler Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha Who the fuck wanna get it in ya next breathe Gasoline on your door steps... Fire! [Chorus] [During Chorus] (Cause I'm the fireman fire for fireman) (You can spark it up and I'ma put you out) (Weezy allergic to winter time... Hot... Hot) [Verse 2: Twista] Niggas trip watch Twista, Weezy, and his daddy show em' heaven Call the reverend I'ma burn then up like 94 to 7 with a mac 11 Try to shoot up every part of you in my arsenal I'm an arsonist On the 40 cal with the 50 clip uh uh you don't want no part of this Any dude give a dude I'ma pop your oblongata Call a doctor Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter Don't be comin' to me actin' petty when I carry glocks to carve ya Stop Tomorrow You can break my hands I write with my mind you cant stop the author Try to run up on the block why bother I'ma shoot him the Pump then I go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cause I'm a real street mobster Ghetto gangstas that don't eat pasta Only fuckin' with tha shrimp and tha lobsta Murder tha pussy hole in ya boy when I'm dressed up like a roster New Orleans and shot connect stay burnin' sticky And we getting stomachs instead a getin' money that's why I'm on 50, shit I only be fuckin' with niggas that's earnin' with me If you try then you gon die, on fire, cause I'm so high watch how we burn this city [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] (Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea) Sicka than a bird flu I am the Birdman Jr. And you niggas just bird food We livin' in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate And you look like bait Don't you stick one hand over the gate This dog treat you niggas just like steak... Dinner I'm that nigga take a break My fuck up is a perfect mistake... I'm great Murder renegade music my flow stupid I'm cold I spit mucous I'm tight like suchus, righteous, rootless strapped, shoot'cha We rich sue us Snitch leave em Bitch sue us Pushin' up daisies, roses, petunias Weights, funerals, service, communion I'm hotta than the mother fuckin' hot boys reunion... Weezy
Written by: RONALD FEREBEE, JR.
Lyrics © Royalty Network
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