Lyrics:

(Chorus)
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year

Verse 1
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy, love thy brotha
And I ain't never gave a shit about a muthafucka
Hit 'em up and watch the guts come up out a yungin's stomach
You niggas betta take side wit young money
Cash Money ya'll get left in ya ride crash dummy
Oh, I be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop bussin'
I bang my fist til' my palms get bloody (yeah, yeah)
Cuz I'm a monster man
I'm a find ya, in my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me man
I be whylin' you can wait by my house on me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stand
I'ma die wit the blazer right in these hands

(Chorus)
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year

Verse 2
22's, 38's, 44's, 45's,
Tucked in my 38 mack on my back
I am, so ready for whatever that awaits me
Run up in ya place while you sleep and awake thee
Calico's, AK's, oozies, machines,
Got you misplacin' ya arms and loosing ya knees
I am taking names, so who wanna leave?
Out this bitch wit ya brains and ya du on ya sleeve
I got the hood wit the names of the crew on they tees
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshittin'
AR hit ya truck, got cha hood flippin',
Feet by the engine,
Head by the transmission,
(yeah) And I be right where I am, mister,
me and my damn pistol,
me and my girlfriend,
in this world alone,
So bring it on,
And I'ma have to sing ya this song

(Chorus)
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year

Verse 3
I got the scope on the tool,
I can see what you do,
Wit a little red dot nigga, peek-a-boo
(Ooh) The silencer speak to you,
Hit you from across the street while ya tyin' ya shoe,
Like... Bang, bang!
Say, breathe, nigga, breathe
Now stand over the body hit the boy in his tee,
Say... Bang, bang!
Say, breathe, deep breath
Now stand over the body hit the boy in his chest (clear)
Now the boy is a mess,
And the block in fear cause ya boy up nad left
Life is short, enjoy whatever's left
And you run into a nigga like me and meet death,
And less than three seconds, I pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist, three inches from ya face
Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate,
I pop til' ya shit seperate like... ugghh!

(Chorus)
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot ya
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a muthafucka would trip this year

Up, down, front, back, side to side,
You hit a nigga like that, he gotta die
Hit 'em, up, down, front, back, side to side,
You hit a nigga like that, he gotta die
Said, up, down, front, back, side to side,
You hit a nigga like that, he gotta die
Say, up, down, front, back, side to side,
Do a nigga like that, he gotta die