Set It Off Radio Remix Lyrics by Juvenile

Set It Off Radio Remix Lyrics

    ft. Baby, Lil Wayne, Turk

    [Lil Wayne]
    (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh
    (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
    (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..

    (Ladies and gentleman!)
    Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
    And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
    Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl
    Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
    Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
    Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
    Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims
    And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
    I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
    Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
    From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
    We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
    I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
    And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
    It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
    It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
    (Ladies and gentleman!)

    [Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
    A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
    A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
    A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
    A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?

    [Baby]
    I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba
    Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other
    Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble
    Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman
    I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs
    I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club
    So momma look, get chea, show me whassup
    Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love
    Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G
    You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be
    I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps
    Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs
    Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong
    Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone
    One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong
    And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones

    [Chorus]

    [Turk]
    Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin
    You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
    Trust me, I don't miss cousin
    And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin
    I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang
    You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main
    I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.
    Ready for anything you could believe dat dere
    I guess it's in us to be the way that we be
    We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th
    We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em
    And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em
    We play it raw, give a know what about the law
    They get stole too when they, messin with us
    My team still strong, we all from the hood
    CMR for life, come between? Wish you would

    [Chorus]

    [Juvenile ad libs to fade]

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