Burn This City (ft. Twista) Testo

[Chorus #1] This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Stop playin wit me cannon in my hand And I'll be damn if any man disrespect me on my land Intercept a nigga's plan an ineffective ass nigga I'm fuckin fire man but I'll wet that ass nigga My vessel pump liquor I'm a special ass nigga No frontin I'm in front of these extra last niggas I'm a extra bad nigga I'm a side ways shooter Open up the maserati fuck the high way troopas Cuz now a days dudes a run and tell a troopa So I hope that same trooper come find u when I lose ya (hey) These niggas talkin out tha side of they medulla Preserve a nigga put his body in a cooler Turn him into ice call me weezy the jeweler Run up on me boy and get smoked like buddha Who the fuck wanna get it in ya neck spray Gasoline on your door steps... fire [Chorus #2] This fire is outta control where gonna burn this city burn this city (x4) [During Chorus] (Cause im the fireman fire for fireman) (You can spark it up and imma put u out) (Weezy allergic to winter time.. Hot.. Hot) [Verse 2: Twista] Niggas trip watch twista, weezy-ana status show em' Hamond Call the reverend Imma burn then up like ladder-47 with a mac 11 Try to shoot up every part of you with my arsenal im an arsonist On the 40 cal with the 50 clip uh uh you don't want no part of this Any dude give a dude imma pop your oblongata Call a doctor Homie you are not baby, not the twista, and not the carter Don't be comin' to me actin' petty when i carry glocks to carve ya Stop Tomorrow You can break my hands i write with my mind you cant stop the author Try to run up on the block why bother Imma shoot him the Pump then i go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cuz im a real street mobster Ghetto gangstas that don't eat pasta Only fuckin' with tha shrimp and tha lobsta Murder tha pussy hole in ya boy when Im dressed up like a rasta New Orleans and chi connect stay burnin' sticky And we getting scummy insteada getin money that's why im on 50 Shit I only be fuckin with niggas that's earnin with me If you try then you gon' die, on fire, cuz im so high watch how we burn this city [Chorus #2] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] (Uh Huh.. Uh Huh Yea Yea) Sicka than a bird flu I am the bird man jr And you niggas just bird food We livin in a whirlpool u gotta eat or get ate And you look like bait Don't u stick one hand over the gate This dog treat u niggas just like steak... dinner I'm that nigga take a break My fuck up is a perfect mistake... I'm great Murder renegade music my flow stupid I'm cold I spit mucous I'm tight like suchus, righteous, ruthless strapped, shoot cha We rich sue us Snitch leave em Bitch sue us Pushin up daisies, roses, petunias Wakes, funerals, service, communion I'm hotta than the mother fuckin hot boys reunion... weezy