Juvenile - Set It Off (radio Remix) lyrics

(feat. Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk) [Lil Wayne] (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix) (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen.. (Ladies and gentleman!) Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well And it's gon' be Cash Money whether d**h or jail Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me? I got some freaks on my side that you'll like And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light It's SQ-7 CMB it's life It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh (Ladies and gentleman!) [Chorus 2X: Juvenile] A wodie, wha**up? Wodette, wha**up? A wodie, wha**up? Set it off in this mother wha**up? A wodie, wha**up? A wodette, wha**up? A wodie, wha**up? Set it off in this mother wha**up? [Baby] I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club So momma look, get chea, show me wha**up Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones [Chorus] [Turk] Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin Trust me, I don't miss cousin And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang You get k**ed thug, when you're messin with me main I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F. Ready for anything you could believe dat dere I guess it's in us to be the way that we be We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em We play it raw, give a know what about the law They get stole too when they, messin with us My team still strong, we all from the hood CMR for life, come between? Wish you would [Chorus] [Juvenile ad libs to fade]