Twista - Burn This City lyrics

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Twista - Burn This City lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah Stop playin with me Cannon in my hand And I'll be damned If any man Disrespect me on my land Intercept a n***a plans An effective a** n***a I'm a f-f-fireman, but I'll wet that a** n***a My vessel pump liquor, I'm a special-a** n***a No frontin I'm in front of these extra-last n***as I'm a extra bad n***a, I'm a sideways shooter Open up the Maserati f** the highway troopers Cause nowadays dudes'll Run and tell the troopers So I hope that same trooper could Find you when I lose ya Hey, these n***as talkin' at the side of they medullas Preserve a n***a put his body in a cooler Turn 'em into ice, call me Weezy the j**eler Run up on me boy and get smoked like Buddha Who the f** wanna get it in ya next breath Gasoline on your door steps, fire [Hook] I'm the fireman, fire, fa-fireman, Ow You can spark it up and I'mma put you out Weezy, allergic to wintertime - HOT [Verse 2: Twista] Uh, Twista, Cash Money n***as shook by Twista Lil Weezyana status, show em heaven (uh huh) Call a reverend, I'm a burn em up like ladder 47, with a mac 11 Try to shoot up every part a you with my arsenel 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 your are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter (Uh uh) Don't be comin' up to me actin' pity while I carry Glocks to carve ya (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 ya and won't nobody Talk about you cause I'm a real street mobster (No) Ghetto gangstas don't eat pasta Only f** with the shrimp and the lobster Murder that p**y hole in ya boy while I'm dressed up like a rasta (Papapa) New Orleans and Chi connect, stay burnin' sticky (what) And we gettin scummy Steady gettin' money That's why I'm up on fifty, sh** I only be f**in' with n***as that's earnin' with me If you try you gon' die On fire, cause I'm so high Watch how we burn this city [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Ya know, ya know, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Sicker than a bird flu I am the Birdman junior, and you n***as just bird food We livin' 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 n***as just like steak Dinner I'm that n***a Take a break My f** up is a perfect mistake I'm great Murda Renegade music My flows' stupid I'm cold, I spit mucus I'm tight like sutures Righteous, ruthless Strapped, shoot ya We rich, sue us Snitch, leave em Ditch, sewers Pushin up Daisies, Roses, Petunias Wakes, funerals, service, communion I'm hotter than a motherf**in' Hot Boys reunion Weezy [Hook]

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