Tha Block Is Hot

Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what

Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man

Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand

We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and k's, and

Holly grove 17th, (what) tha hood where i (what) was raised in (what)

Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin feds and

Rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and

Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers

Ehhh, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers

Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward

No respect from no stunt, and no money without power

We keepin niggaz hotter, ewwww nasty and sour

Pile up in the eddie bauer and blaka at every hour

Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)

From the home of that 'caine, jackin and crackin brains

Broadcastin live from tha block it's lil' wayne (who it is?)

Chorus: b.g. and juvenile, lil' 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 hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-ha

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-ha

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha, ha-ha

Tha block is hot, tha block is hot ha..

[lil' wayne]

See where i'm from we keep our guns out

Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, so we be thugged out

It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out

And they got quarters, halfs, and birds in that one house (i got it)

(i got it) it's all good in the hood but a lot illegal

Soon as you get it, hot skirt, there go them people

Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'

End up in miss taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch

This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder off top, boy

It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot, boys

We don't know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees

And we'll be round ya all day til we "400 degreez"

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit

They got a nigga got on a scarf, he flippin out off that raw

Betta stay in yo' car, and make sure (beep beep) your door is locked

Cause this ain't nuttin proper, cause tha block, is jusssst hot

Chorus

[lil' wayne]

See watch your step on my set, gotta walk like, talk like

We done shot out all the street lights

So you can't see who we be like

And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence

Ain't got on no suits, cause we ain't tryin to be presidents

And ever since the coke drought, niggaz 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'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug

Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug

It's street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots

When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweethearts

Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk

We cut your week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn

Go all out for that cake, 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 jaws

... tch, one 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 chshhhhh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot

Say look daddy, just hook it up, cause 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 chshhhhh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot

Say look daddy, just hook it up, cause tha 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 ha ha ha ha