Lil’ Wayne – Get At These Niggas (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics

[Juelz Santana:]

Ay yo Weezy–you ready to get at these niggas, man?

[Lil Wayne:]

You already got em

[Verse 1:]

I do what the fuck I wanna come from the corner they call (what?)

Apple and Eagle where your mama didn’t want you at all (yep!)

Packing them heaters in the heat of the morning

Strapping them kilos in that seat of that Honda–we armored!

Back in the geo-quarter key was the normal

Jack a nigga if they hurtin–not believing in karma but

what if they armed and what if they ready to shoot?

We strap up! Shut the fuck up! And dippity DO what we gotta

Who we gotta

When we gotta

It’s murder murder mur murder murder–don’t think about it!

One thing about it: them niggas hoes–they aint about it!

Complain about it but ain’t around it (shame on ’em)

I gain honor: fame, power, money, bitches

More problems and more guns–simple addition!

PLUS, I got choppers on the hog

homie on bed rest head doctor on CALL

I got a masseuse who’d rather seduce ME

Now everytime she hear my name she salute ME!

Bitch nigga do YOU ’cause I know Imma do ME

Born from New Orleans–you gon have to shoot ME!


The streets my heart–I love her to the core

But she just like a bitch, man she fucking with the law

So, I’m strapped up never coming in the raw

Magnum when I’m coming through the door with some 4s (ya know)

And I ain’t talkin condoms, nigga, I’m talkin 45 palm a nigga, launch a nigga (back!)

Send him back home with his back blown to the point where you can see his back bone stickin out!

I stick it out when it’s drop time, too

Make it work like the first–I’m about mines dude (ya know)

I get it crackin–I’m about my moves

Don’t step on these Gators–I’m about my shoes (boy!)

And you don’t want me to step out my shoes and step out my groove and let out my tools!

The hammer kill–the hammer will make you stop, drop and roll like you slipped on a banana peel

Live by the code and honor (honor) the code!

Stop snitchin, be a man and ya honor your role

I stick by the stove, when I’m on it–it’s on!

You see that coke turn to oil it’s on–nigga it’s on!

You see that hard base and the water is soft!

Gimme that ice lemme show you it’s on–nigga it’s on!

I’m sellin heavy things, down to everything! Bricks, half quarts, I got everything–ya digg? AYE!

[Lil Wayne:]

Come equipped with them sizzlers for the blizzard!

Here’s a sick sickle for you and your lil niggas!

Elz, Imma get em–they bitches they just bitches

Just bought a new glock for the shots and the trigger

Shots through the driver side–that mean the driver died

Car crash kill the passenger–double homicide!

We in all black like Amistad

They call my crew old school ’cause we walk around with 99s

millimeters! red dot find the spot!

head shot!

body drop!

two fingers I’m out!

Gunslinger Hollygrove! Fireman, kinda hot!

Tie yo ass up and leave ya body in the loadin docks

New Orleans rollin rot! Syrup in the soda pop!

I can get rich all I need is a stove

And I’ll stand over that bitch til them thangs get swole

And I’ll work that corner in the heat of the cold! I’m GOOD!