[Lil Wayne]
Wha whawha whawha whawha whawhat

Straight off the black goldnuts in my handtrustin no man
Got my glock cockedrunnin this thingya understand
We be steaminblazinnines pumped in caves and
Cali grows somethin for the hood where I was raised in
Niggaz bustin heads andrunnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues andki s under they beds and
do it for the real niggaztwenty-four seven hustlers
EHHHuntil we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain t no love for them bustano pimp for no coward
No respect for no stuntand no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotterEWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powderfold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of the gamejackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block it s Lil Wayne

[Chorus: B.G. and JuvenileLil Wayne]

[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?
[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga
[Juve:] Nigga you let them K s go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga
[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
[B.G.:] Well won t you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is HotTha Block is Hot haha-ha
Tha Block is HotTha Block is Hot haha-ha
Tha Block is HotTha Block is Hot haha-ha
Tha Block is HotTha Block is Hot ha..

[Lil Wayne]
See where I m from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blockscause we be thugged out
It s time to flosstwo big bodies on Broad South
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
It s all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
Soon as you get ithot SKIRTlike for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto
End up in Miss Taylor backyardbe quietshe on the porch
This everydayat the spot where niggaz murder on topboy
It s the spot where they got Fire Girls and HotBoys
We don t know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees
and we ll be round ya all day til it s "400 Degreez"
And you see where niggaz gonobody be on the pulpit
They got a nigga that own the sto he flippin out off that broad
Betta stay in yo carand make sureyour door is locked
Cause this ain t nuttin propercause Tha Blockis jusssst Hot

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
See watch your step on my sectiongotta walk liketalk like
Where they shot out all the street lights
So you can t see what nobody be like
And we liketo dress in all black up in my residence
Ain t got on no suitscause we ain t tryin to be presidents
And ever since the coke droughtniggaz been on a trip y all
So you better watch what y all playin wit
Cause a nigga will try to flip y all
They hit y alljam you up and put a gun to your jug
Hahhhhcatch your breathnow shhhhhcatch a slug
It s street smartsplenty niggaz that keep spots
When the heat startsain t nobody got sweethearts
Callin weak shotsyou could come try to cheap talk
We cut your week shortthem lil boys don t give a damn
Call out for that caperwon t hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the niggahim and his fam
Tie em up put em in the vansthen put a gat in his drawers
... tchone move blow his cactuses off

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhhcook it upcause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddyjust hook it upcause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot
Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga shhhhhcook it upcause Tha Block is Hot
Say look Daddyjust hook it upcause Tha Block is Hot
Nigga my block hotnigga my block burn
My block on firenigga what about yours?
Nigga my block hotnigga my block burn
My block on firenigga what about yours?
The block is hot ha ha ha ha

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