Lil Wayne – Tha Heat

Veteran American hardworking and renowned hip-hop and rap artiste, Lil Wayne creates a new song titled “Tha Heat”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter” was officially released on 1 January 2004.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Fuck with me, you know what it is

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color

Murder my enemy love thy brother

And I ain’t never gave a shit about a motherfucker

Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younging stomach

You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money

You’ll get left in your ride crash dummy

I’ll be around when the times get ugly

When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running

The magazine empty and the nine stop busting

I bang my fist ’til my palms get bloody

‘Cause I’m a monster man

I’m gonna find you and my AP nine don’t jam

I’m a rider you can’t take it out of me man

I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam

I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands

I’m ‘a die with this blazer right in these hands

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

Twenty-twos, thirty-eights, forty-fours, forty-fives

Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am

So ready for whatever that awaits me

Run up in your place while you’re sleeping, awake thee

Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines

Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees

I am taking names, so who wanna leave

Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?

I got the hood with the names of the crew on their Ts

And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain’t bullshiting

AR hit your truck got your hood flipping

Feet by the engine, head by the transmission

And I be right where I am mister

Me and my damn pistol

Me and my girlfriend

In this world alone, so bring it on

And I’m ‘a have to sing you this song nigga

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do

With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo

Shh the silence will speak to you

Hit you from across the street while you tying your shoe

Like “Bang! Bang!” Say breathe nigga breathe I stand over the body with the boy in his tee

Say “Bang! Bang!” Say breathe deep breathe I stand over the body with the boy in his chest. Clear!

Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear ’cause your boy up and left

Life is short enjoy whatever’s left

Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death

In less than three seconds I’ll pull a three-eighty

Three feet from my waist

Three inches from your face

Make no mistake Weezy never hesitate

I’ll pop ’til your shit separate like ew!

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

I wish a motherfucker would trip this year