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Lyrics by: Lil' Wayne, Mannie Fresh
# Debut Chart
24 Oct '99 R&B
65 Dec '99 Hot 100

Lyrics

Straight off the black gold Nuts in my hand, trusting no man Got my glock cocked Running this thing, you understand We be steaming, blazing Nines pumped in caves And Holly Grove, 17th The hood where I was raised in Niggas busting heads And running, ducking Feds And rocks under they tongues And keys under they beds And do it for the real niggas Twenty-four seven hustlers Eh, until we shove a barrel Down your pipe, suckers Ain't no love for them bustas No pimp for no coward No respect for no stunt And no money without power We keeping niggas hotter Eww, nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer And blacker at every hour Some niggaz like that powder Fold 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 game Jacking and cracking brains Broadcasting live from the block It's Lil' Wayne [CHORUS] Nigga, you got that lello Well, cook something, nigga Nigga, you let them K's go Well, bust something, nigga Are you ducking that law You better run from 'em, nigga Are you playing with that raw Well, won't you front something, nigga The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot


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See, where I'm from We keep our guns out Dodging cops and burning blocks 'Cause we be thugged out It's time to floss Two big bodies on Broad South And they got quarter staffs And birds that run the house It's all good in the hood Hustling like illegal Soon as you get it, hot skirt Like for them people Break up the block and hit The cut by the corner store End up in Miss Taylor backyard Be quiet, she on the porch This everyday at the spot Where niggas murder on top, boy It's the spot where they got Fire girls and hot boys We don't know what be going 'Cause we so blunted from trees And we'll be round you all day Till it's four-hundred degrees And you see where niggas go Nobody be on the pulpit They got a nigga that own the store He flipping out off that broad Betta stay in your car And make sure your door is locked 'Cause this ain't nothing proper 'Cause the block is just hot [repeat CHORUS] See watch your step on my section Gotta walk like, talk like Where they shot out all the street lights So you can't see what nobody be like And we like to dress in All black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits 'cause We ain't trying to be presidents And ever since the coke drought Niggas been on a trip, y'all So you better watch What y'all playing with Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all They hit y'all, jam you up And put a gun to your jug Hah, catch your breath Now, shh, catch a slug It's street smarts Plenty niggas that keep spots When the heat starts Ain't nobody got sweethearts Calling weak shots You could come try to cheap talk We cut your week short Them little boys don't give a damn Call out for that caper Won't hesitate to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap The nigga, him and his fam Tie 'em up, put 'em in the vans Then put a gat in his drawers One move, blow his cactuses off [repeat CHORUS] Whoot, some people call me 'Cause the block is hot Bust your guns 'Cause the block is hot Nigga, shh, cook it up 'Cause the block is hot Say, look, Daddy, just hook it up 'Cause the block is hot Nigga, whoot, some people call me 'Cause the block is hot Bust your guns 'Cause the block is hot Nigga, shh, cook it up 'Cause the block is hot Say, look, Daddy, just hook it up 'Cause the block is hot Nigga, my block hot Nigga, my block burn My block on fire Nigga, what about yours Nigga, my block hot Nigga, my block burn My block on fire Nigga, what about yours The block is hot

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