Lil’ Wayne – Lights Off Lyrics

Cut the lights off nigga (Cut ’em off)

You know what time it is (What)

You know what time it is (What)

Strap -Up (Gun Cocks)

Alot of niggas better move out

Cause here I come with my click

With the tools out

All of a sudden all these cowards

Startin to spook out

It’s warfare a buncha of niggas

Bout to loose out

It’s time to load up them thangs

Hit the spot run in his house

And make ’em show up then thangs

Take ’em in the room go in his pockets

And then blow up his brain

No matter the weather

Rain, snow, sleet, or hail

I’ma slang that metal

So tell ’em niggas in yo’ hood

To get it together

Cause i’m the tolas mario

And we down for whatever

Nerver underestimate or you goin under

Y’all keep on playin with Lil Wayne

But that lil’ boy trouble

And plus this shorty be ?? wodie

Be storin’ bundles M start wildin and

Hit the block and let his toys rumble

And it go ratter tatter

It be ?? niggas scatter

When the M-1 shatter

And everybody on they block

They get bout ten in they bladder

Tell ’em lights off

Mask on

Creep silent

Your lifes gone

We done left the block quiet


When it’s time to ride

It ain’t no time to play

It could be time to die

At any time of the day

And i’ll be godammit

If i let a nigga steel me

It will not happen

Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at ’em

And got my glocks rabbin’

Leave a nigga spot damaged

That’s how the beat made us

I chief three blunts

So I can get a head rush

Then come around the corner

And your whole day crush

I’m sick and tired

Niggas choosin test a boy

They get hit and die

Some of ’em scared of man slaughter

So they stay inside

And watch they partner get lit up

And then they ask why

That’s cause you played wit’ me

They could’nt of known im’a guerilla

Drama stayed with me

Run in his home went to kill him

Took his head with me

You better get it right or keep it right

Or lose your whole town

Tell em’ lights off

It’s about to go down

Massacire all these streets block it off

Lil’ Wayne in yo’ hood

With something like a rocket dog

And i’m after ya

I don’t pass beef

I stop at all

That boy got a head on his shoulders

I knock it off

I’m highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka

Somebody call the doctor

Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka

Nigga out the way man

I’m sorry but us guerillas we can’t stay tamed, say it man

Are you ready, ready

Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juvi, and BGeezy they all there

We all flare, don’t care, dog they all tear

Give the guns to the one with the long hair

And block burner

It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy

(Breathes)they breathe heavlily

Bullets they come steadily

You better stay off the block

Cause you might fall

You better stay off the block

Cause the lights off

Lights off

Tell em’ lights off

La, la, la lights off

Nigga lights off

We done left the block quiet