1.Take It Off Your Shoulder
Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, Christopher Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas,
Tab Virgil
I bust you in your motherfuckin' mouth for talkin'
The beast of beasts is in here, and one of us ain't walkin'
Hope you got your boys and you strapped tight
'Cuz this 'bout to be some shit you won't like
Picture this, a fome hot, to your dome hot
I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound
You found a nigga that you though was a hoe
He's probably from your family, you married the most
Who's the B, what's the beef, my lady, she's pregnant
She's already 5 months, so we lookin' at, 0 3
My baby 'bout to touch down, man, I can't do this with a frown
Bustin' that niggas dick over my pops corner
All my people are probably wondering what's going on
Playin' a chess game, gotta keep my eye on this mate
All the way from Adam and Eve, not fuckin' Steve
I take it off your shoulder
Nigga, I'm thuggin' in the Magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
Watch yourself, it's getting bad and dangerous
We makin' niggas so it's scared to hang wit' us
We show them large and they stumble back
Ridin' around every water in the chat
It used to be like that, till the driver drowned
That's niggas is doctor p, knock the niggas door down
He hit his head on bed, 24／7
I gotta deal with these niggas and bitches till 2：11
What are them niggas that are duckin' the law
Who them niggas who just shot up your car
What you call them niggas that are ready for war
What you call them niggas that go too far
Hot Boys running with kerosene running through everything
All the way to shit, you never seen
To Magnolia and back
Niggas talk 'bout me but then they never seen
Seeing them niggas in the cages
Duckin' stages, thinkin' they courageous
I'mma bust you in the head, my enemies trying to fled
C-Murder trying to come up here and murder
Some motherfuckin' claim to representin'
He ain't from the magnolia, so this shit ain't reminiscin'
This is my system like an addiction that's like fiction
My victims can't see 'cuz they bitchin'
Don't worry, I'll make them believers
When my blood pressure get high and over steamers
This week will not be cut 'cuz it's in God we trust
You niggas trying to check wit' us, we'll make it so you
respectin' us
I take it off your shoulder
Nigga, I'm thuggin' in the Magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
If I was in the drinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be ridin' tonight, ain't no survivin'
Now I got my enemy drivin', and ain't despising
This nigga be seeing the bright light
And when he gets in park, end his life
2 or my people, look nigga, I'm planning
And when I see 200 keys of that sand
I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand
I'mma be shacollin', all my niggas ballin'
Juve you buyed it, Wayne you buyed
Turk you buyed it, Slim you buyed it
Baby you buyed it, Fresh you buyed it
B.G., ballers you buyed it, you and you, you buyed it
This motherfuckin' investigation on me？
Saying they got shit on me, I'mma be kissing these allegations
They tried to torture and question me at the police station
They keep playa hatin', they keep statin'
Niggas gonna be waiting, fuck that, I'd rather take my chances
Bitch in a minute, I rearrange shit
I take it off your shoulder
Nigga, I'm thuggin' in the Magnolia
You better do what I told ya
Unless you want to get fuck over
2.Shoot 1st
(4 real)
And tha Hot Boys puttin' it down for cash money
Come down
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 Boys commiting crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
Blah to your face, hollow tips go chase
Drum rates erase, everyday in the face
(4 real)
I, I, shoot 1st, slugs leave quickly
She test me, plenty, niggaz gon' bleed
(Yeah, yeah)
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 1st
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 Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
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 1st
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 that's 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 Boys, 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 1st ya heard me
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 Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
When I shoot 1st, 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
Nigga, 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
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 Boys commiting you crime
Head Bussa, wigsplitter two times
Just feel the heat of me low iron
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 and 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 gon' talk, believe 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)
Have you ever heard of a Murda, Bloody Murda
(Papa Rue is a reggae type rapper, just flow with it)
3.These Hoes
I feel it, I feel it
This a public service announcement
Once upon time in this place called Club
Met this cutie with big bootie so I gave that girl a dub
Later on that night we had plans and shit
If you take me from The Club then I'm gonna let you hit
If I take you from The Club will you always be in love
And you promise to love no other man
(I do)
So she looked me in my face put her hands up on my waste
And said yes baby this I understand
Now my life is like happy 'bout to be a pappy
And it's all because of my girl
But just then this nigga walk in
And what he said fucked up my whole world
He said my bitch and your bitch
Been freakin' each other
I had relations with your bitch
And I didn't use a rubber
My blood rushed down and my heart touched the ground
Felt like somebody stabbed me with a knife
Now I look at what I done somebody get my gun
Can't change a hoe to a housewife
(Ya see)
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you kill them, if it wasn't for the children
These hoes, these hoes, these hoes, these hoes
Will make you kill them, better leave the building
Well
Well
These hoes
Well
I say, you can't leave with him
Can't leave without him
What's a man suppose to do
With there hoes in a world today
I say, what's a man suppose to do
With there hoes in a world today
Hoes
I said
Hoes, these hoes
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