Lil Wayne - Calling Me Killer Lyrics
[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' sluggerCallin' me head bustaRun with me k - bluckaNiggas done fled from-a......me infrared, suckaIf him wan' play, busta,......come make me dead, bustaBein'-a half-way out my nappy headBut i don't care - i just grab my clip, slap and sprayAnywhere - it don't matter where a nigga stayJust believe me when i say, "guerrilla warfare"I swear, it be some more drama about these bagsNiggas in black drive jags - camouflage ragsNiggas' domes get bust wide open with blood and sweatNiggas ridin' off in hummers - laughin', drinkin' moetteYou know me: colleon, standin' four feetI'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' roliesSee, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my gameBut once i run into that nigga playin' with wayne, manSee, when i spin-a you bend then i be on you blockBut when me jump out with the chop-chop, my nogga, you dropNow where your niggas at, comradie? they not with you nowI guess they heard that when i'm ridin' i make the crew stopNow, is you 'bout what i'm 'bout?If you 'bout what i'm 'bout, you 'bout dramaThuggin' in broad day with four glocks, a knife, and a chopperI'm runnin' away, don't get in my wayMy nigga!Callin' me head busta!Callin' callin' me killer!(hook [lil' wayne])Them callin' me killerThem callin' me head busta, cash money niggaMy niggy, when i'm out late call me what you wantFull of bluntsLook out your window, see who in the frontMe!Them callin' me killerThem callin' me head busta, cash money niggaMy niggy, when i'm out late call me what you wantFull of bluntsLook out your window, see who in the front[lil' wayne]Check!Now as the heat flame upThem lookin'-a down the street, them think they see wayne truckHim whole block don't scare me 'cause me get me thing and bustThem know that hot boys known to be dangerousNow u.p.t. come down - chopper city in the ghetto, my manNow who that be in the car with the chopper? oh, it's lil' wayneI get my k - *****, aim, and put holes in your brainGive me that rag, you ain't no soldier - wipe the blood off my chainGettin' 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 gunsI shall be the one who burn the block upNever miss when i distribute anger up out my cali'Hundred shots automaticLeave ya hopeless in th
