Let's Go
Lil' Wayne ft. Big Tymers Lyrics

It's gravy n****. Believe it.
Things are going smoothly and according to plan. Trust me, it's all good.

You hot? F*** it. Hot as a firecracker.
If you're feeling confident and on top of your game, don't worry about it. You're as hot as a firecracker.

(It's gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag.
Everything's still good, and I have a Mac-10 machine gun in my bag.

(click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look)
Listen to the sound of my gun chambering a round. What do you have? Just a Glock? Look at what I have instead.

N**** I'ma tell ya straight off the bat
I'm going to be honest and upfront with you right from the start.

I got a mac in this bag with 20 grams of crack
I have a Mac-10 machine gun in my bag, along with 20 grams of crack cocaine.

And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
I'll be sitting in the back seat of your Cadillac.

Just in case I gotta snap, a firette to the chest
In case I need to act quickly, I'll shoot you in the chest with my gun.

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've given orders to have people killed and seen the gruesome results.

And I done saw my n**** get life behind them bars
I've witnessed one of my friends get sentenced to life in prison.

To them dog hoes, n****, we scream "f*** 'em all!"
We have no regard for disloyal women and we tell them to go to hell.

I hustle hard in these city streets
I work extremely hard in this urban environment to make money.

I got my block on fire with my HB's
I have my neighborhood bustling with activity due to my hot business endeavors.

Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
I'm driving around in expensive luxury sports cars.

Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
I'm able to cook (refine) drugs and turn a profit from the sale.

And you can find me
You can easily locate me.

Right up in them hallways, holdin' and totin'
You'll find me in the hallways holding and carrying guns.

Got the whole motherf***in block loaded and smokin'
I've armed my entire neighborhood with guns and drugs.

N**** know one thang: its some uptown s***
Everybody knows one thing: we're involved in some serious criminal activity in the upscale part of town.

If a n**** get it f***ed, then we killin' a b****
If anyone crosses us, they will be killed without hesitation.

Better pay attention now so you don't forget later
Listen closely now so that you won't be caught unaware later on.

I run the damn block, I oversee all of the paper
I control the entire neighborhood and its drug trade.

Don't make me take ya, play ya
Don't force me to harm or deceive you.

I c*** the glock and spray ya
I prepare the trigger on my gun and fire it at you.

Call it a caper, won't be no as-salama-laka
This is a criminal heist, and there won't be any peace or goodbyes involved.

And J, he got the gauges, they c***ed and ready
My accomplice named J has the shotguns, and they are cocked and ready to fire.

Make me run up in ya places and pop ya daddy
I'll barge into your home and kill your father.

Got them bricks rocked and heavy, let it be known
I've acquired a large amount of heavy drugs to sell, and everyone should know about it.

I cook it hard and cut 'em in zones and the money be gone
I refine the drugs so well that it's easy to sell in smaller portions that quickly generate a high profit.

Then I hit a blunt to the dome, and ride when night falls
After finishing my work, I smoke marijuana and cruise around at night.

Supply the white raw, if there's a problem, knock ya wife off
I provide the raw cocaine, and if you have a problem with that, I'll kill your wife.

Lock the spot down
Secure this location and make sure no outsiders interfere.

Respect it young n****, I'm creepin' over
Respect me, young man, as I attempt to sneak and infiltrate this area.

Now cut it with just a little bakin' soda, breakin' boulders
I use a bit of baking soda to break down the drugs and transform them into a powder.

I take it out my holster and bakin' soldiers whenever
I pull the gun out of my holster frequently and without much thought.

N**** it's whatever, tell ya ma to call the reverend
I don't care what happens, tell your mother to call the pastor for her final prayers.

You see me on the block with crack, gats, and weed
You can find me in the neighborhood with drugs, guns, and marijuana.

Rats, plats, and ki's, that's practically me
I'm involved in all sorts of sneaky activities, including ratting out others, making fake ID cards, and selling kilos of drugs.

See I'm a hustler, cut-throat, put rhymes in mom's muffler
I'm a hard-working criminal who doesn't hesitate to intimidate others. I also rap about it in secret.

You can't even count how many times the 9's bust at ya
You've been shot at so many times by my 9mm gun that you wouldn't even know how to count it.

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

None of ya, won't leave, without some bullets up in ya
None of you will be able to survive without getting shot by me first.

N****s can't hold me down, wodie wild
Others can't stop me or bring me down, my friend.

'cause all that they can hear is loud screamin' and explosive sounds
All they'll be able to hear is screaming and gunfire from me and my associates.

They show me how to cook that brown and rock that white
My peers taught me how to cook and refine illegal drugs.

No school, put that book back down, pick up that knife
I didn't get a proper education, so I turned to a life of crime and violence instead of learning with books.

See that's the real reason I hate to be on tour
This is the true reason why I dislike performing on tour.

I'd rather be back on the block with a bird of that pure
I would rather be back home, selling uncut drugs for bigger profits.

Dog-gone c***suckers, you not thuggers
You are not true gangsters or criminals, you bastards.

I pop dozens of glocks, cousins, in my struggle
I use multiple guns, including handguns and rifles, while I struggle to survive in this violent lifestyle.

So stop frontin', it ain't gon' get ya everywhere
Stop acting like you're tough, it won't get you far in life.

I'ma start bustin', and bullets hit ya everywhere
If you keep pretending to be a gangster, I'll start shooting and the bullets will hit you all over.