Lil` Wayne Callin` Me Killer Lyrics

Callin` Me Killer Lyrics

Killa! Huh?
Callin' Lil' Wayne (Wayne) a...
...Killa! Wha? Wha?
Killa!
Wha? Wha? Check!

Hold up, you not under the deep cover of the lil'
slugga,
Callin' me head busta, Run with me 'K, bluka,
Nigga's done fled
from-a... me infrared, sucka,
If him wan' play, busta... come make me day,
busta,
Bein' 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,
Jus'
believe it when I say, "Guerrilla Warfare"
I swear, there be some
more drama up out these bags,
Nigga's in black, drive Jags, camou-flage
rags,
Nigga's domes get bust wide open, with blood and sweat,
Nigga's
ridin' off in Hummers - laughin', drinkin' Moet,
You know me.. Coullion,
standin' four feet..
I'm to-ting cannons, wearin' Rolie's,
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 Ben' bet' not be on you
block,
But when me jump out with the chop-chop, my no'gga, you drop
Now
where yo' nigga's at, comradie? They not wit'chu nah,
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 choppa,
I'm runnin' away, don't get in
my way... My nigga...
Callin' me head busta! Callin, callin' me
killa!

(Hook 2x)
Them call'un me killa..
Them call'un 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 where them from?
Me!

Check! Now as the heat flame up...
Them lookin'-a down the
street, them think they see Wayne' truck,
Him whole block gon' scare, 'cause
me get me thing and bust,
Them know that Hot Boys known to be
danger-ous,
That U.P.T. come down Chopper City, in the ghetto, my
man,
Now who that be in the car with the choppa? 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 solja, 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-busta, Because...

(Hook 2x)

Check!
Ori-gin-AL 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 a alley,
Now, when a nigga runs
up...
If the nigga love his life, he wouldn't have his guns up
Just
because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy...
And got boys... that got
toys... to stop noise,
See, when me ride off in the Hummer, leave them set
empty,
Down him there street 'cause him want beef,
Now, me tried to tell
lil' stupid boy, "Don't mess-a with me."
Now look at him - open up
his casket and see,
Click-clack my Mac', twist my fitted cap to the
back,
Jump in the black 'Lac, scream "War", and just.. pow!
pow!
How you love me now?  With five barrels to your eye,
The scene gets
wild, and everybody gon' die,
What the dillio? Fill a four-four
clip,
You'll get flipped for runnin' off at the lip,
Who behind the gun
slang... blunt hang... and twisted?
It's Mis-ter Wayne, Come splittin' when
I spit...

(Hook 2x)

See, them callin' me killa.. Ha?
Because
them callin' me killa... Wha?
Them nigga's callin' me killa,
Them callin'
me head busta, Cash Money nigga...
Wha? Callin' me killa...
(Killa)
Callin' me killa... (Killa)
Them callin' me killa...
(Killa!)
Them callin' me head busta,
Cash Money nigga... (Killa!) Killa!
Wha?