Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Hey Reel You the cause for this one You the reason why a lotta cats gonna get found stinkin' after this one Yup! Weezy fuckin' baby, take me there, let's go! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Pursin' every murderer I'm the Godintheturban, on thatpurple stuff And theGod and the person hittin' serpents up Workin' every curb in the truck, I'm murkin' every bird and duck (Yup) I think superb like a nerd or somethin' But I'm a gangsta, if you ever heard of one Fuck it, I got a pocket full of burger buns That's real mother fucker, I'm the Birdman son Give in motherfucker 'fore the Birdman come I get head with a rubber, momma son ain't dumb Go ahead with your buckin', I'ma come back done Driver side, window down, watch the 4 pack blow When a nigga fall down he don't get back up Tell them niggas standin' 'round, it better click clack up They sho' supposed to be real, but the chumps rolls up Hey you's a beast Lil Paul let them pump all up, like [Chorus] God damn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) I feel it in my chest man I swear to God (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) I think my arms are gettin' bigger man (Yeah) That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Hey that's that kill right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) That's.. Hey that's the reason why they dyin' [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Psychopathic, schizophrenic, automatic Uzi Run up in a nigga house, the automatic loosin' Put one up in a niggas mouth for all that shooin' Haters better shut up, maybe this a setup Gotta play it low, with the '80 in the leather Can't have no emotions, hit the baby or whatever Then I hit the ocean, on my cool double decker I'ma scared of the ocean, so a pool's on board Please a beast lil boss, but do you home boy See this is what you call a get your groove on bar So go ahead and get your groove on dog As I bring it back bare chest "Who want war?" And I'm bangin' that in he head "Dude don't spar" If it's me and my tool, 'cause the tool don't talk And I gotta get mine, 'cause the fool don't walk And I'm stayin' on the grind, and puttin' you on ball, like ARF! [Chorus] Damn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) It's rushin' to my neck now man (Yeah) I mean, what am I supposed to do? (ARF!) That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) That's that fire right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) That's that kill, that's That's the reason why they dyin' [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Hey Reel, what they gonna say to a G? I knock they upper lip from they face, stop playin' with me And I know the angels not stayin' with me So I gotta keep the banger, the Glock stayin' with me I toned down my anger, like that Drizzy And then, fuck that bitch and bite that titty Yeah, she love that shit, she right back with it I hit her, turn her over, then I'm right back in it, yeah I know you niggas ain't gon' like that semi So I'm gonna put that bitch all in front of you niggas, yeah The AR take the front of you niggas Tell 'em Daddy back home here to punish you nigga, yeah Daddy home or the Maggie's throw'n 'em But this is not a fuckin' cartoon, this is part two And my nigga Paul hit me with the raw tunes Hit a nigga in the chest like a harpoon, ARF! [Outro] (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Yeah this that burn right there, UH! (Yeah!) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) OH! That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Hey that's that kill right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) And that's that fire right, hey hey hey Hey that's the reason why they dyin' ARF! Mother fucker, haha And you can take me to the top like OH! Hey, hey, my niggas, look HUH!