Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September … Read Full Bio ↴Did you mean: Lil' Wayne
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982 in New Orleans, Louisiana), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. Formerly a member of the rap group the Hot Boys, he joined the Cash Money Records collective as a teenager. Get It How U Live, released in 1997, was Lil Wayne's first album with Hot Boys, and Tha Block is Hot, his solo debut, came out in 1999.
After gaining fame with two other albums in the early 2000s, Lil Wayne reached higher popularity with 2004's Tha Carter and its two subsequent albums Tha Carter II (2005) and Tha Carter III (2008). He earned various accolades following Tha Carter III, including being nominated for eight Grammy Awards. He released a rock album titled Rebirth in 2010.
Hit U Up
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
Niggas that's 'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga-,case, my nigga
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
[Chorus]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha')
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets."
I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
All they understand is my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
[Repeat: x4]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga
Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha')
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Hello, world
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
Pop some in your dreadlocks, What? Me not no rookie, boy
Glock cookin', boy
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Spark or lace somethin'
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
Cut off lights, we masked riders
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (ooh!)
(Did you see that?)
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
(Did you see that?)
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Boy, look,
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let 'em burn, nigga
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
The lyrics to Lil Wayne's song "Hit U Up" express a gangster lifestyle lived in struggle and hard times. The song talks about the risks of living in the streets and the price to pay for making a living out of illegal businesses. The lyrics make use of different coded language and metaphors to describe the gang's behavior and mentality. The idea of the lyrics is about how those untamed guerrillas are always on the lookout, and they won't let anyone come in between them and what they possess. "Hit U Up" shows how the singer faces the pressures of life in these environments and tries to live by the codes and morals of his environment. The contention is to clarify through the lyrics that loyalty is of utmost importance, and any disloyalty comes at a significant cost.
Line by Line Meaning
Come on, come on
Let's go, let's go
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks
I associate with a group of wild, fearless individuals who are ready to take action and cause harm to others
Niggas that's 'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
People who engage in conflicts and are ready to fire their guns (referring to the weapon type 'K')
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Fearless individuals who are ready to provoke and disrespect others
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
People who have served time in prison and are difficult to eliminate or defeat
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
The consequences of one's actions determine their way of life
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
People have moved away from physical fights and now resort to shooting and causing severe harm to others
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
Causing your death, it's a matter of life and death, my friend
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin
Targeting your head specifically, ensuring your demise
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat
They wear black clothing, ready for a battle or conflict
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks
Traveling in a group of four, armed with heavy weaponry
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
Not caring about the consequences, getting their share, and shooting without hesitation
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
If you get shot, it's your own fault, my friend, and you're in an unfortunate situation
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out
You're trapped and have no way out, my friend, you're in a difficult situation
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth
That's the consequence you face for trying to act tough and talking too much
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga)
Get eliminated, my friend
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga)
Listen closely: I ensure that there is no evidence left behind after my actions
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga)
There are no individuals who can testify against me, my friend
Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga-,case, my nigga
I quickly left the location, so there are no legal grounds against me, my friend
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down
Listen closely: You can engage in conflict if you really want to
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
You'll be abandoned in a location where nobody can locate you
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We have attacked you, shot you, and caused you great pain
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!)
We have dismembered you, shot you, and put you in a box
I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave
I admit my mistakes and will carry the guilt with me until I die
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Consistently overpowering and dominating individuals, just like a slave who escapes from captivity
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
It seems like my destiny is to be involved in criminal activities and confrontations
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, 'Juvenile, stay off them streets.'
My friends Baby and Slim constantly advise me to avoid getting involved in street life
I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me
I can't control it; I attract attention, and people constantly bother or provoke me
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets
I'm always eager and excited to be in the streets, I can't resist them
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', 'Fuck the police!'
A young individual in a Rolls-Royce, shouting out their defiance and hatred towards the police
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Speeding away from the club, quickly turning and evading the authorities
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself
If you try to act tough, you'll end up alone and in trouble
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
In a secluded and comfortable location, but experiencing health issues or problems
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
I have been attacked and unexpectedly targeted, but I have never been sexually assaulted or trapped
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up
My life is extremely intense and dangerous, so I retaliate and shoot back
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's
I am still following the gangster code, representing my gang affiliations
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed
I have stopped consuming alcohol, but I will still smoke marijuana, without a doubt
All they understand is my project English
They only comprehend my way of speaking, specific to my neighborhood
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
If you dislike the way I speak, you can engage in a sexual act with my genitals
I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark
I dominate the streets because I am authentic, whether it's during the day or at night
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart
Are you a murderer, my friend? No, because I have no fear inside me
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war
I will engage in a physical fight with you or start a conflict
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice
I am ready for a gunfight with you, matching bullet for bullet, so decide now
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga
You should be aware that when I'm involved in a conflict, I stealthily move and approach, my friend
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga
You should realize that I am deceitful, and I will attack you without warning, my friend
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas
Whenever I turn a corner, I leave others behind or abandon them
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga
My mother is distressed and can't even mourn properly, my friend
Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas
Nothing has changed, I appear on television, and I don't engage or deal with individuals like you
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas
I remain unchanged and will openly shoot at you during the daytime
And empty a hundred out that K
And fire a hundred rounds from my weapon (the 'K'), leaving it empty
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
If you are caught in a certain area, that's where you will end up dead and decomposing, understand me?
I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
I have been involved in this lifestyle, and people are aware of what I represent
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count
I have committed numerous killings, so many that I have lost track
If you wanna be another number, my nigga
If you want to become another statistic, my friend
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga
Go ahead, show your bravery, and approach me aggressively, my friend
Hello, world
Greetings, everyone
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter
I swiftly drive in a yellow sports car, a Porsche Boxster
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious
A youthful criminal, behaving recklessly and annoyingly
Pop some in your dreadlocks, What? Me not no rookie, boy
I will shoot at your hair, specifically targeting your dreadlocks. What? I'm not an inexperienced person, my friend
Glock cookin', boy
I am firing rounds from my Glock firearm, my friend
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy
I will shoot you in the forehead, causing significant damage, my friend
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin'
Right from the start, my friend, you all are provoking me to stalk and fire my weapon
Spark or lace somethin'
Ignite or lace something (possibly referring to drugs)
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin'
Park the car, exit, walk, and shoot at something or someone
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America
Raised to live a gangster lifestyle, growing up in this difficult and complex country we refer to as America
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible
In my neighborhood, the authorities are fearful of us because we are extremely dangerous
If I live to be old, it's a miracle
If I manage to reach old age, it will be considered a miraculous occurrence
'Cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical
Because of the intense jealousy and scheming against me, it becomes comical and laughable
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo
That's why I always carry two large weapons, ready for action, just like a stereo system
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you
Attend your funeral and also kill anyone who expresses care or concern for you
Don't blame me, society changed me
Don't hold me responsible, society has influenced and molded me
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar
You transport drugs, specifically cocaine, and you consume it all night to make quick money
Cut off lights, we masked riders
We turn off the lights and wear masks, disguising ourselves
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake
The negative influences from our neighborhood have trapped us in a situation we cannot escape
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch
We cannot distance ourselves from certain associates, and because of that, you are not safe, fool
Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me
We shoot and cause severe harm to weak and cowardly individuals, do you understand?
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin'
We don't borrow anything, we don't have any fears
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga
And there's nothing you can do to counteract the actions of these hot boys (a reference to his group), my friend
Let 'em burn, nigga
Let them suffer or perish, my friend
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer
Referring to himself (Lil Wayne), B.G., Juvenile, and Two Tymer as individuals whose names are mentioned in the song
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER N. DORSEY, BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER, TERIUS GRAY, TAB VIRGIL
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Grand Eeezus Maxwell
On some HIP-HOP shit, this beat is fire!! This is when Wayne started snappin, too. Mannie during this era is underrated.
fsumpter
I think this was one of the hardest songs on that album. It was another fav of mine.
sbb1sun
This is when Wayne and Juvie were raw and uncut.They did'nt call'em the Hot Boyz for nothin.Classic shit.
Stebbie J
they all killed this shit
Syringey
Mannie Fresh was a fucking DOG! He doesn't get nearly enough props EASILY up there with Timbo, Neptunes, etc
LINK MARINE
BG killed it as usual
AK da PHANTOM
murked it
Input1914
This shit still goes hard.
Syringey
One of my top 5 from THE HOT BOYS Fucking ill ass song
Jason Hollins
hardest Juvenile verse ever!!!