Big Tymers - Calling Me k**er lyrics

[Lil Wayne] k**er! Huh? Callin' Lil Wayne (Wayne) a... ...k**er! What? What? k**er! What? What? Check! [Verse 1] Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger Callin' me head busta Run with me K - blucka n***as done fled from-a... ...me infrared, s**a If him wan' play, busta,... ...come make me dead, busta Beanie'-a half-way out my nappy head But I don't care - I just grab my clip, slap and spray Anywhere - it don't matter where a n***a stay Just believe me when I say, "Guerrilla warfare" I swear, it be some more drama about these bags n***as in black drive Jags - camouflage rags n***as' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat n***as ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moette You know me: Corlleon, standin' four feet I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game But once I run into that n***a playin' with Wayne, man See, when I spin-a you bend then I be on you block But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you drop Now where your n***as at, comradie? They not with you now I guess they heard that when I'm ridin' I make the crew stop Now, is you 'bout what I'm 'bout? If you 'bout what I'm 'bout, you 'bout drama Thuggin' in broad day with four Glocks, a knife, and a chopper I'm runnin' away, don't get in my way My n***a! Callin' me head busta! Caller callin' me k**er! (Hook [Lil Wayne]) Them callin' me k**er Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money n***a My n**y, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front Me! Them callin' me k**er Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money n***a My n**y, when I'm out late call me what you want Full of blunts Look out your window, see who in the front [Verse 2] Check! Now as the heat flame up Them lookin'-a down the street, them think they see Wayne truck Him whole block don't scare me cause me get me thing and bust Them know that Hot Boys known to be dangerous Now U.P.T. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my man Now who that be in the car with the chopper? Oh, it's Lil' Wayne I get my K - co*k, aim, and put holes in your brain Give me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chain Gettin' blisty... ...off in a black F-150 'Bout to do the old usual - hit your block, just spittin' Heads spinnin' like a set of seventeens or somethin' Respect me for who I be: seventeen, head-bustin' Because-them (-Hook [Lil Wayne]) [Verse 3] Check! Original Hot Boy - land-cruisin' with guns I shall be the one who burn the block up Never miss when I distribute anger up out my Cali' Hundred shots automatic Leave ya hopeless in the alley Now, when a n***a runs up If the n***a love his life he would have his guns up Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,... ...and got boys that got toys to stop noise See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave him set empty Now him catch three cause him want beef Now, me tried to tell the stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me." Now look at him - open up his casket and see Click-clack my mack, twist my Philly cap to the back Jump in the black and scream "war", and just "pow! pow!" How you love me now? With five barrels to your eye The scene gets wild, and everybody gon' die What the dillio? Fill a four-four clip You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip Who behind the gun flame?... ...blunt hang,... ...and twistin'? It's Mis-ter Wayne Come splittin' when I spit (Hook- [Lil Wayne]) [Lil Wayne] -Me! See, them callin' me k**er Huh? Because them callin' me k**er What? Them n***as callin' me k**er Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money n***a What? Callin' me k**er (k**er) Callin' me k**er (k**er) Them callin' me k**er (k**er!) Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money n***a (k**er!) k**er! What?