Burn This City

(album: The Drought Is Over Part 4 - 2007)

Yeah
Stop playing with me
Cannon in my hand
And I'll be damned
If any man
Disrespect me on my land
Intercept a nigga plans
An effective-ass nigga
I'm a f-f-fireman, but I'll wet that ass nigga
My vessel pump liquor, I'm a special-ass nigga
No fronting I'm in front of these extra-last niggas
I'm a extra bad nigga, I'm a sideways shooter
Open up the Maserati
Fuck the highway troopers
'Cause nowadays dudes'll
Run and tell the troopers
So I hope that same trooper could
Find you when I lose you
Hey, these niggas talking at the side of their medullas
Preserve a nigga, put his body in a cooler
Turn 'em into ice, call me "Weezy The Jeweler"
Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha
Who the fuck wanna get it in your next breath?
Gasoline on your door steps
Fire

I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime – hot

Uh, Twista, Cash Money
Niggas shook by Twista
Lil Weezyana status, show 'em heaven (uh huh)
Call a reverend, I'ma burn 'em up like ladder 47, with a Mac 11
Try to shoot up every part of you with my arsenal
I'm an arsonist (Say what)
With a 40 cal with a 50 clip
Uh, uh, you don't want a part of this (What)
Let me do your medulla, pop your oblongata, call a doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter
(Uh uh)
Don't be coming up to me acting pity while I carry Glocks to carve you (Yeah)
Stop tomorrow
You can break my hands, I write with my mind
You can't stop the author (yeah)
Try to run up on the block, why bother (yeah)
I'mma shoot 'em with the pump
Then I go and throw his body in a ditch
No one will ever find you and won't nobody
Talk about you 'cause I'm a real street mobster (No)
Ghetto gangsters don't eat pasta
Only fuck with the shrimp and the lobster
Murder that pussy hole in your boy while I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa)
New Orleans and Chi connect, stay burning sticky (what)
And we're getting scummy
Steady getting money
That's why I'm up on fifty, shit
I only be fucking with niggas that's earning with me
If you try you gon' die
On fire, 'cause I'm so high
Watch how we burn this city

I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime – hot

You know, you know, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Sicker than a bird flu
I am the Birdman junior, and you niggas just bird food
We living in a whirlpool
You got to eat or get ate
And you look like bait
Don't you stick one hand over the gate
This dog treat you 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 flows' stupid
I'm cold, I spit mucus
I'm tight like sutures
Righteous, ruthless
Strapped, shoot you
We rich, sue us
Snitch, leave 'em
Ditch, sewers
Pushing up Daisies, Roses, Petunias
Wakes, funerals, service, communion
I'm hotter than a motherfucking Hot Boys reunion
Weezy

I'm the fireman, fire, f-fireman, ow
You can spark it up and I'mma put you out
Weezy, allergic to wintertime – hot