[Lil’ Wayne] 

Wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, wha wha, what

Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man 

Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand 

We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and 

Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in 

Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and 

rocks under they tongues and, ki’s under they beds and 

do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers 

EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers 

Ain’t no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward 

No respect for no stunt, and no money without power 

We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour 

Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour 

Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain 

Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins 

From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains 

Broadcastin live from Tha Block it’s Lil’ Wayne

[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile, Lil’ Wayne]

[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello? 

[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga 

[Juve:] Nigga you let them K’s go? 

[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga 

[Juve:] Are you duckin that law? 

[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga 

[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw? 

[B.G.:] Well won’t you front somethin nigga 

[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha 

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha 

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha 

Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha.. 

[Lil’ Wayne] 

See where I’m from we keep our guns out 

Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out 

It’s time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South 

and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house 

It’s all good in the hood hustlin like illegal 

Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people 

Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto’ 

End up in Miss Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch 

This everyday, at the spot where niggaz murder on top, boy 

It’s the spot where they got Fire Girls and Hot, Boys 

We don’t know what be goin cause we so blunted from trees 

and we’ll be round ya all day til it’s «400 Degreez» 

And you see where niggaz go, nobody be on the pulpit 

They got a nigga that own the sto’, he flippin out off that broad 

Betta stay in yo’ car, and make sure, your door is locked 

Cause this ain’t nuttin proper, cause Tha Block, is jusssst Hot

[Chorus]

[Lil’ Wayne] 

See watch your step on my section, gotta walk like, talk like 

Where they shot out all the street lights 

So you can’t see what nobody be like 

And we like, to dress in all black up in my residence 

Ain’t got on no suits, cause we ain’t tryin to be presidents 

And ever since the coke drought, niggaz been on a trip y’all 

So you better watch what y’all playin wit 

Cause a nigga will try to flip y’all 

They hit y’all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug 

Hahhhh, catch your breath, now shhhhh, catch a slug 

It’s street smarts, plenty niggaz that keep spots 

When the heat starts, ain’t nobody got sweethearts 

Callin weak shots, you could come try to cheap talk 

We cut your week short, them lil’ boys don’t give a damn 

Call out for that caper, won’t hesitate to kill a man 

Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam 

Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers 

… tch, one move blow his cactuses off

[Chorus]

[Lil’ Wayne] 

WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot 

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot 

Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot 

Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot 

Nigga WHOOT! Some people call me cause Tha Block is Hot 

Shk-a-BLAOW! Bust ya guns cause Tha Block is Hot 

Nigga shhhhh, cook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot 

Say look Daddy, just hook it up, cause Tha Block is Hot 

Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn 

My block on fire, nigga what about yours? 

Nigga my block hot, nigga my block burn 

My block on fire, nigga what about yours? 

The block is hot ha ha ha ha

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