[Intro:]
Fuck with me, you know what it is.
[Chorus – x2:]
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year.
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year.
[Verse 1:]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color,
Murder my enemy, love thy brother,
And I ain't never gave a shit about a mothafucka,
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younger stomach.
You niggas 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 runnin',
The magazine empty and the nine stop bustin',
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody,
Yeah, yeah, ‘cause 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 wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam,
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands,
Imma die with this blazer right in these hands.
[Chorus – x2:]
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year.
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year.
[Verse 2:]
C'mon! Twenty-two's, thirty-eight's, forty-four's, forty-five's,
Tucked in my thirty-eight, MAC on my back, I am
So ready for whatever that awaits me,
Run up in your place while you're sleepin', awake thee.
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.
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister,
Me and my damn pistol,
Me and my girlfriend,
In this world alone, so bring it on,
And Imma have to sing you this song, yeah!
[Chorus – x2:]
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year.
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year.
[Verse 3:]
I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do,
With a little red dot, nigga, peekaboo, ohh!
Shhh! The silencer will speak to you,
Hit you from across the street wile you tyin' ya shoe.
Like bang bang! Say, ‘Breathe, nigga, breath!' I stand over the body with the boy in his T,
Say bang bang! Say, “Breathe deep, breath!' I stand over 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 whatever'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 face,
Make no mistake, Weezy neveer hesitate,
I'll pop till your shit separate like ew!
[Chorus – x2:]
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year.
I shoot ya arm, leg, leg, arm, head,
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year.
[Outro – x4:]
Up, down, front, back,
Side to side,
You hit a nigga like that,
He gotta die.