Juvenile Set It Off (radio Remix)(feat Baby Lil Wayne Turk Lyrics

Set It Off (radio Remix)(feat Baby Lil Wayne Turk Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]

 (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh

 (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)

 (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..

 

 (Ladies and gentleman!)

 Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well

 And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail

 Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl

 Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom

 Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost

 Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts

 Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims

 And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin

 I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it

 Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh

 From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy

 We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?

 I got some freaks on my side that you'll like

 And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light

 It's SQ-7 CMB it's life

 It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh

 (Ladies and gentleman!)

 

 [Chorus 2X: Juvenile]

 A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?

 A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?

 A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?

 A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?

 

 [Baby]

 I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba 

 Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other

 Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble

 Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman

 I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs

 I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club

 So momma look, get chea, show me whassup

 Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love

 Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G

 You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be

 I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps

 Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs

 Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong

 Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone

 One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong

 And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Turk]

 Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin

 You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin

 Trust me, I don't miss cousin

 And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin

 I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang

 You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main

 I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.

 Ready for anything you could believe dat dere

 I guess it's in us to be the way that we be

 We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th

 We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em

 And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em

 We play it raw, give a know what about the law

 They get stole too when they, messin with us

 My team still strong, we all from the hood

 CMR for life, come between? Wish you would

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Juvenile ad libs to fade]