Let's Go
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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It's gravy n****. Believe it.
You hot? F*** it. Hot as a firecracker.
(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)

[Baby]
N**** I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
If I don't know s***, I know cars and broads
I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
And I done saw my n**** get life behind them bars
To them dog hoes, n****, we scream "f*** 'em all!"
I hustle hard in these city streets
I got my block on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me
Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
Got the whole motherf***in block loaded and smokin'
N**** know one thang: its some uptown s***
If a n**** get it f***ed, then we killin' a b****

[Chorus]
N**** I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
Well let's go n****, see we can slide n****
'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride n****
Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
Let's go n****, let's slide n****
If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride n****

[Lil Wayne]
Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
Don't make me take ya, play ya
I c*** the glock and spray ya
Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
And J, he got the gauges, they c***ed and ready
Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
Lock the spot down
Respect it young n****, I'm creepin' over
Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
N**** it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me

Chorus
[Lil Wayne]
See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
Some of the, n****s that you run with are, suckas bruh
None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
N****s can't hold me down, wodie wild
'cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
N****s got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
But why'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
Dog-gone c***suckers, you not thuggers
I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere





Chorus x 2
[Baby talks till end]

Overall Meaning

Let's Go by Lil Wayne is a collaborative song with Baby, and it is all about having the bravado and grit to handle any situation head-on, whether in the form of running the streets or outdueling foes when necessary. In the song's first verse, Baby states that he's carrying a mac (short for a MAC-10 machine gun) in his backpack, alongside 20 grams of crack, and he's ready to shoot anyone who messes with him. He brags about how he's seen his associates' heads come off and boasts of putting his block on fire using HBs. Lil Wayne, on the other hand, uses his verse to highlight his status as the top dog on the block, one who oversees all the paper and runs things. He asserts that he can cut throut and put rhymes in moms' mufflers with ease, and even when on tour, he'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure.


The Let's Go lyrics are classic gangsta rap, with both Baby and Lil Wayne detailing their criminal exploits explicitly. There is a nonchalance to their verses, with both rappers speaking about gunplay, drugs, and violence as if it were a casual day in the life of any thug. There is no hesitancy or remorse in their delivery, just a focus on hustle, and profits come hell or high water. At the same time, there is an unspoken understanding that they could be taking their lives into their own hands by living such a lifestyle, but that's a risk they're willing to take to reap the rewards.


Line by Line Meaning

It's gravy n****. Believe it.
Everything is great, believe it.


You hot? F*** it. Hot as a firecracker.
If you're hot, no problem. You're as hot as a firecracker.


(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
Everything is good. I have a MAC-10 gun in my bag.


(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
Listen to the sound of my gun cocking. What kind of gun do you have? It's a Glock. Look at it.


N**** I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I'm going to be straight with you from the beginning.


I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
I have a MAC-10 gun in my bag together with 20 grams of crack cocaine.


And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
I'm going to sit in the back seat of your Cadillac car.


Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
In case I need to shoot someone, I'll do it and hit him in the chest.


If I don't know s***, I know cars and broads
Even if I don't know much, I know about cars and women.


I done ordered plenty hits and watched heads come off
I have ordered many murders and watched as people were killed.


And I done saw my n**** get life behind them bars
I have seen my friend get a life sentence and spend his life in prison.


To them dog hoes, n****, we scream 'f*** 'em all!'
We don't care about those prostitutes. We say 'f*** them all!'


I hustle hard in these city streets
I work hard on the streets of this city.


I got my block on fire with my HB's
I have guns and they make my neighborhood dangerous.


Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
I'm driving a Mercedes car with a convertible top.


Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
I cook cocaine, then sell it, and now it's hard.


And you can find me
You can always find me.


Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
I'm in the hallways, carrying guns and drugs.


Got the whole motherf***in block loaded and smokin'
The block is full of people carrying guns and smoking drugs.


N**** know one thang: its some uptown s***
People know one thing: it's some dangerous stuff in the uptown area.


If a n**** get it f***ed, then we killin' a b****
If someone messes with us, we're going to kill them.


N**** I'ma tell ya this, straight off the bat
I'm going to tell you this honestly and directly.


I got a mac in this bag, with 20 grams of crack
I have a MAC-10 gun and 20 grams of crack in my bag.


Well let's go n****, see we can slide n****
Let's go and do something dangerous together.


'cause if you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride n****
If you're in trouble, I am too. Let's go and do something about it.


Look, I'ma tell you this, straight off the top
Listen to me because I'm telling you the truth from the beginning.


I got a blunt, and a glock, and a bag of rocks
I have a marijuana cigarette, a handgun, and a bag of drugs.


Let's go n****, let's slide n****
Let's go and do something dangerous together.


If you hot, then I'm hot, let's ride n****
If you're in trouble, I am too. Let's go and do something about it.


Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
Listen carefully now, so you don't forget later.


I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
I control the neighborhood, and I control all the money.


Don't make me take ya, play ya
Don't make me fool you or trick you.


I c*** the glock and spray ya
I'll pull back the gun's hammer and shoot you.


Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
I call it a robbery, and there won't be any talking about it afterwards.


And J, he got the gauges, they c***ed and ready
My friend J has some shotguns, and they are loaded and ready to be used.


Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
I'll come to your place and shoot someone there.


Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I have a lot of cocaine, and it's heavy. Be aware of it.


I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
I make the cocaine into hard pieces and sell them in small portions, and the money is gone quickly.


Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
Then I smoke some marijuana and go out at night.


Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
I sell uncut cocaine, and if someone has a problem with me, I'll kill their wife.


Lock the spot down
Make sure the area is secure.


Respect it young n****, I'm creepin' over
Respect me, I'm sneaking around and checking everything out.


Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
Add a little baking soda to the cocaine, and break it into smaller pieces.


I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
I take out my gun and shoot people whenever I need to.


N**** it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
Whatever happens, happens. Tell your mom to call the preacher.


You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
You can find me on the street selling drugs and carrying guns.


Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
Rats, pistols, and kilos of cocaine. That's who I am.


See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
I'm a streetwise business man who puts lyrics in his rhymes.


You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
You can't even count how many times the guns have been fired at you.


Some of the, n****s that you run with are, suckas bruh
Some of the people you hang out with are weak and unreliable.


None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
You won't leave alive without getting shot.


N****s can't hold me down, wodie wild
No one can hold me down. I'm a wild person.


'cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
All they can hear is the sound of guns and explosions.


They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
They showed me how to make cocaine and crack.


No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
I didn't go to school. I prefer using a knife over reading books.


See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
That's why I hate going on tour.


I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
I'd rather be back on the street selling pure cocaine.


N****s got it all wrong, thinkin' I'm all song
People misunderstand me, thinking that I'm just a rapper.


But why'all gon' twist it and end up all gone
But if you twist things, you'll end up dead or in jail.


Dog-gone c***suckers, you not thuggers
You're not real gangsters or tough guys.


I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
I use many different guns in my violent life.


So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
Stop pretending to be someone you're not. It won't get you far in life.


I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere
I'm going to start shooting at you, and you'll get hit by bullets everywhere.




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: MICHAEL CARTER, JIM MCCORMICK, TOMMY LEE JAMES

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@downformyscratchchavis

That first verse was smooth and real.thanks birdman πŸ™πŸ’―

@rayhall6060

The hardest song on this Album

@bigserg400

Shine better but this second

@statusofmyown9829

@@bigserg400 Naw this 1st & Shine 2nd

@242NassauOG

Nah On the grind

@jimmynickles804

I want to disagree with you, but I really can't the only reason I came to this song because I was telling my coworker this might be the best verse that Birdman spit besides number one stunna and maybe one other verse... shine remix he did pretty good

@takeishaanderson5158

This bring so many memories πŸ€”

@bernardthompson4402

Humm!!!l know lol

@starzzzz527

Hey boo

@AngleCorp7Music

The melody instruments and sounds behind the drum pattern sounds like a film score piece from a movie. Love Baby’s Verse, and Wayne’s second Verse. The whole record and production is well put together

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