[Chorus #1]
This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga's plan an ineffective ass nigga
I'm fuckin 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 high way troopas
Cuz now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa
So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey)
These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla
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 neck spray
Gasoline on your door steps... fire
[Chorus #2]
This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)
[During Chorus]
(Cause im the fireman fire for fireman)
(You can spark it up and imma put u out)
(Weezy allergic to winter time.. Hot.. Hot)
[Verse 2: Twista]
Niggas trip watch twista, weezy-ana status show em’ Hamond
Call the reverend
Imma burn then up like ladder-47 with a mac 11
Try to shoot up every part of you with my arsenal im 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 imma 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
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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
Imma shoot him the Pump then i go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cuz im 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 Im dressed up like a rasta
New Orleans and chi connect stay burnin’ sticky
And we getting scummy insteada getin money that’s why im on 50
Shit
I only be fuckin with niggas that’s earnin with me
If you try then you gon' die, on fire, cuz im so high watch how we burn this city
[Chorus #2]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)
Sicka than a bird flu I am the bird man 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 u stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat u 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, ruthless strapped, shoot cha
We rich sue us
Snitch leave em
Bitch sue us
Pushin up daisies, roses, petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotta than the mother fuckin hot boys reunion... weezy
******Usman ahmed owner of this blog created this post with his knowledge.All content provided on this blog is not copied from any other blog and site and is for informational purposes only and The owner of this blog makes no representations as to the accuracy or completeness of any information on this site or found by following any link on this site.The owner will not be liable for any errors or omissions in this information nor for the availability of this information. The owner will not be liable for any losses, injuries, or damages from the display or use of this information.
This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand
And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga's plan an ineffective ass nigga
I'm fuckin 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 high way troopas
Cuz now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa
So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey)
These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla
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 neck spray
Gasoline on your door steps... fire
[Chorus #2]
This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)
[During Chorus]
(Cause im the fireman fire for fireman)
(You can spark it up and imma put u out)
(Weezy allergic to winter time.. Hot.. Hot)
[Verse 2: Twista]
Niggas trip watch twista, weezy-ana status show em’ Hamond
Call the reverend
Imma burn then up like ladder-47 with a mac 11
Try to shoot up every part of you with my arsenal im 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 imma 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
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
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
Imma shoot him the Pump then i go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cuz im 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 Im dressed up like a rasta
New Orleans and chi connect stay burnin’ sticky
And we getting scummy insteada getin money that’s why im on 50
Shit
I only be fuckin with niggas that’s earnin with me
If you try then you gon' die, on fire, cuz im so high watch how we burn this city
[Chorus #2]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)
Sicka than a bird flu I am the bird man 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 u stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat u 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, ruthless strapped, shoot cha
We rich sue us
Snitch leave em
Bitch sue us
Pushin up daisies, roses, petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotta than the mother fuckin hot boys reunion... weezy
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******Usman ahmed owner of this blog created this post with his knowledge.All content provided on this blog is not copied from any other blog and site and is for informational purposes only and The owner of this blog makes no representations as to the accuracy or completeness of any information on this site or found by following any link on this site.The owner will not be liable for any errors or omissions in this information nor for the availability of this information. The owner will not be liable for any losses, injuries, or damages from the display or use of this information.
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