[lil' wayne]
Killer!
Huh?
Callin' lil' wayne (wayne) a...
...killer!
What? what?
Killer!
What? what?
Check!

Hold up, you now under the deep cover of the lil' slugger
Callin' me head busta
Run with me k - blucka
Niggas done fled from-a...
...me infrared, sucka
If him wan' play, busta,...
...come make me dead, busta
Bein'-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 nigga stay
Just believe me when i say, "guerrilla warfare"
I swear, it be some more drama about these bags
Niggas in black drive jags - camouflage rags
Niggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweat
Niggas ridin' off in hummers - laughin', drinkin' moette
You know me: colleon, 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga!
Callin' me head busta!
Callin' callin' me killer!

(hook [lil' wayne])
Them callin' me killer
Them callin' me head busta, cash money nigga
My niggy, 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 killer
Them callin' me head busta, cash money nigga
My niggy, when i'm out late call me what you want
Full of blunts
Look out your window, see who in the front

[lil' wayne]
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 - cock, 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-

(-hook [lil' wayne])

[lil' wayne]
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 th