Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Burn This City - Lil Wayne Ft. Twista

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[Chorus #1]

This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand

And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land

Intercept a nigga's plan an ineffective ass nigga

I'm fuckin fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga

My vessel pump liquor

I'm a special ass nigga

No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas

I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter

Open up the maserati fuck the high way troopas

Cuz now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa

So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey)

These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla

Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler

Turn him into ice call me weezy the jeweler

Run up on me boy and get smoked like buddha

Who the fuck wanna get it in ya neck spray

Gasoline on your door steps... fire

[Chorus #2]

This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4)

[During Chorus]

(Cause im the fireman fire for fireman)

(You can spark it up and imma put u out)

(Weezy allergic to winter time.. Hot.. Hot)

[Verse 2: Twista]

Niggas trip watch twista, weezy-ana status show em’ Hamond

Call the reverend

Imma burn then up like ladder-47 with a mac 11

Try to shoot up every part of you with my arsenal im an arsonist

On the 40 cal with the 50 clip uh uh you don’t want no part of this

Any dude give a dude imma pop your oblongata

Call a doctor

Homie you are not baby, not the twista, and not the carter

Don’t be comin’ to me actin’ petty when i carry glocks to carve ya

Stop Tomorrow

You can break my hands i write with my mind you cant stop the author

Try to run up on the block why bother

Imma shoot him the Pump then i go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cuz im a real street mobster

Ghetto gangstas that don’t eat pasta

Only fuckin’ with tha shrimp and tha lobsta

Murder tha pussy hole in ya boy when Im dressed up like a rasta

New Orleans and chi connect stay burnin’ sticky

And we getting scummy insteada getin money that’s why im on 50

Shit

I only be fuckin with niggas that’s earnin with me

If you try then you gon' die, on fire, cuz im so high watch how we burn this city

[Chorus #2]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

(Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea)

Sicka than a bird flu I am the bird man jr

And you niggas just bird food

We livin in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate

And you look like bait

Don't u stick one hand over the gate

This dog treat u niggas just like steak... dinner

I'm that nigga take a break

My fuck up is a perfect mistake... I'm great

Murder renegade music my flow stupid

I'm cold I spit mucous

I'm tight like suchus, righteous, ruthless strapped, shoot cha

We rich sue us

Snitch leave em

Bitch sue us

Pushin up daisies, roses, petunias

Wakes, funerals, service, communion

I'm hotta than the mother fuckin hot boys reunion... weezy

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Thanks to Sean

Thanks to D.C. for these lyrics

Thanks to kyle for these lyrics

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