Tha Block Is Hot (Album Version|Edited)-Lil Wayne

　　　 Artist：lil wayne Songs Title：tha block is hot Album by: Tha Block Is Hot Artist by: Lil Wayne 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 Pile up in the eddie bauer and blaka at every hour Some niggaz like that powder, foldin up what they drain Some like that w**d or that d**e 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?) b.g. and juvenile, lil' wayne Juve: ni**a you got that llello? B.g.: well cook something ni**a Juve: ni**a you let them k's go? B.g.: well bust somethin ni**a Juve: are you duckin that law? B.g.: you better run from em ni**a Juve: are you playin with that raw? B.g.: well won't you front somethin ni**a 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.. 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 ni**a 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 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 ni**a 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 ni**a, 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 Whoot! some people call me cause tha block is hot Shk-a-blaow! bust ya guns cause tha block is hot Ni**a chshhhhh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot Say look daddy, just hook it up, cause tha block is hot Ni**a whoot! some people call me cause tha block is hot Shk-a-blaow! bust ya guns cause tha block is hot Ni**a chshhhhh, cook it up, cause tha block is hot Say look daddy, just hook it up, cause tha block is hot Ni**a my block hot, ni**a my block burn My block on fire, ni**a what about yours? Ni**a my block hot, ni**a my block burn My block on fire, ni**a what about yours? The block is hot ha ha ha ha