Straight off the black gold nuts in my hand trustin no man
Got my glock cocked runnin this thing ya understand
We be steamin blazin nines pumped in caves and
Hollygrove 17th the hood where I was raised in
Niggaz bustin heads and runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and kis under they beds and
do it for the real niggaz twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Aint no love for them busta no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder fold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of the game jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block its Lil Wayne

[Chorus: B.G. and Juvenile Lil Wayne]

[Juve:] Nigga you got that llello?
[B.G.:] Well cook something nigga
[Juve:] Nigga you let them Ks go?
[B.G.:] Well bust somethin nigga
[Juve:] Are you duckin that law?
[B.G.:] You better run from em nigga
[Juve:] Are you playin with that raw?
[B.G.:] Well wont you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot Tha Block is Hot ha ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot Tha Block is Hot ha ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot Tha Block is Hot ha ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot Tha Block is Hot ha..