[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Hey Reel
You the cause for this one
You the reason why a lotta cats gonna get found stinkin' after this one
Yup!
Weezy fuckin' baby, take me there, let's go!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Pursin' every murderer
I'm the God in the turban, on that purple stuff
And the God and the person hittin' serpents up
Workin' every curb in the truck, I'm murkin' every bird and duck (Yup)
I think superb like a nerd or somethin'
But I'm a gangsta, if you ever heard of one
Fuck it, I got a pocket full of burger buns
That's real mother fucker, I'm the Birdman son
Give in motherfucker 'fore the Birdman come
I get head with a rubber, momma son ain't dumb
Go ahead with your buckin', I'ma come back done
Driver side, window down, watch the 4 pack blow
When a n***a fall down he don't get back up
Tell them n***as standin' 'round, it better click clack up
They sho' supposed to be real, but the chumps rolls up
Hey you's a beast Lil Paul let them pump all up, like

[Chorus]
God damn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I feel it in my chest man I swear to God (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I think my arms are gettin' bigger man (Yeah)
That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hey that's that kill right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That's.. Hey that's the reason why they dyin'
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Psychopathic, schizophrenic, automatic Uzi
Run up in a n***a house, the automatic loosin'
Put one up in a n***as mouth for all that shooin'
Haters better shut up, maybe this a setup
Gotta play it low, with the '80 in the leather
Can't have no emotions, hit the baby or whatever
Then I hit the ocean, on my cool double decker
I'ma scared of the ocean, so a pool's on board
Please a beast lil boss, but do you home boy
See this is what you call a get your groove on bar
So go ahead and get your groove on dog
As I bring it back bare chest "Who want war?"
And I'm bangin' that in he head "Dude don't spar"
If it's me and my tool, 'cause the tool don't talk
And I gotta get mine, 'cause the fool don't walk
And I'm stayin' on the grind, and puttin' you on ball, like ARF!

[Chorus]
Damn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
It's rushin' to my neck now man (Yeah)
I mean, what am I supposed to do? (ARF!)
That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That's that fire right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
That's that kill, that's
That's the reason why they dyin'
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Hey Reel, what they gonna say to a G?
I knock they upper lip from they face, stop playin' with me
And I know the angels not stayin' with me
So I gotta keep the banger, the Glock stayin' with me
I toned down my anger, like that Drizzy
And then, fuck that bitch and bite that titty
Yeah, she love that shit, she right back with it
I hit her, turn her over, then I'm right back in it, yeah
I know you n***as ain't gon' like that semi
So I'm gonna put that bitch all in front of you n***as, yeah
The AR take the front of you n***as
Tell 'em Daddy back home here to punish you n***a, yeah
Daddy home or the Maggie's throw'n 'em
But this is not a fuckin' cartoon, this is part two
And my n***a Paul hit me with the raw tunes
Hit a n***a in the chest like a harpoon, ARF!

[Outro]
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah this that burn right there, UH! (Yeah!)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
OH! That's that burn right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Hey that's that kill right there (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
And that's that fire right, hey hey hey
Hey that's the reason why they dyin' ARF!
Mother fucker, haha
And you can take me to the top like OH!
Hey, hey, my n***as, look HUH!