1 Arm

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

(What is this?!)

Mic check

(I can't feel my fucking face!)

I can't feel my face, bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Louisiana live wire, New Orleans nightmare

Got these niggas scared, they growin' white hair

I'm from the swamp, lil' mud on my Nike airs

Stomp in your face, lil' blood on my Nike airs

Stomp in your face 'til your face says Nike air

I'm with my pack and we attack like bears

And we can go anywhere like air

Motherfuckin' temper shiftin' like bike gears

Head high, I got the world on my back

They told me I can turn around, but never look down

They told me if I shoot the AK I better aim down

They say even a train collision produces the same sound

I said, "Wow," And I went and got two too

So you better be listenin' for that choo choo

Soowoo!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I ain't really the nigga you gon' really wanna front on

I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on

Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Big city terrorizers

You can bet some dollars (Boy)

My guns touch kids like pedafilers

I stretch 'em out, I'm the exerciser

Gun in his mouth like a breathalyzer

Swallow lead saliva

You ain't straight I'ma twelve o'clock ya

Niggas pour cement on your body and cinder block ya

But I really think they shocked at how clear my rocks are (Why?)

My neck look like shots of vodka (Damn)

But them boys don't want it with me, I'm on that rah-rah

Uh-huh, they sweet like peach cobbler

My bills gotta be paid, my kid gotta get fed

So if a nigga gotta lay down I'm makin' his bed

So I hope he like his sheets red (Red)

Medium rare, I hope he like his meat red

Blrrat, you see my homies dressed in deep red? (Red)

They scramble niggas hope you eat eggs

151st bitch!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I ain't really the nigga you gon' really wanna front on

I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on

Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

They say God protect fools and babies

I'm a G, so I depend on my tool for safety

I roll on niggas like Skate Key, skatepark

Tony Hawk on a skateboard, who's fuckin' with me?

One arm on the wheel, one arm on the steel

Could it be I'm crazy, Gnarls Barkley for real

You play dumb and you lay numb

Face flung like when then bad demo tapes come

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, the world is so heavy, and my gun is too

So how can I take your light when it's dark in the room?

And that mean it's nighttime, so I talk to the moon

And it tells me that I'm flier than the straws on a broom

Yes I am wicked, but the witch is dead

And I don't care what niggas say, nor what bitches said

Wheat, white, green, all kind of different bread

Push my eraser, and I will give you lead

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I ain't really the nigga you gon' really wanna front on

I put your whole life on your front lawn, come on

Stunt on some shit that none on, gun on

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm

I can drive the whip and work the toolie whop with one arm