Lil Wayne – Tha Block Is Hot Lyrics

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

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"Tha Block Is Hot." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:50 am

Album: Tha Block Is Hot

Track No: 02

Wha-wha, wha-wha, wha-wha, wha-wha, wha
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand?
We be steamin', blazin'
Nines, pumps and K's and
Holly Grove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
**** bustin' heads and runnin', duckin' feds and
Rocks under they tongues and ki's under they beds and
Hood fulla real ****, twenty-four seven hustlers
Eh, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe, suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We beefin' **** hotter, the hood nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some **** like that powder, foldin' up with that drain
Some like that weed or that dope, and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of that 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live from tha block, it's Lil' Wayne (Who it is?)
****, you got that yayo? (Well, cook somethin', ****)
****, you let them K's go? (Well, bust somethin', ****)
Are you duckin' the law? (You better run from 'em, ****)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well, won't you front somethin', ****?)
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha
See, where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, bring the big bodies on dubs out
And they got quarters, halves, and birds at one house (I got it, I got it)
It's all good in the hood, hustlin' like it's legal
Soon as you get it hot, skrrt, there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
This every day at the spot where **** murder off top, boy
It's the spot where they got fire girls and hot boys
We don't know what be goin' on 'cause we so blunted from trees
And we'll be 'round ya all day till we four hunnid degrees
And you see when it get dark, nobody be on the porch
They got a **** got on a scarf, he flipping out off that raw
Better stay in your car, and make sure your door is locked
'Cause this ain't nothin' proper, 'cause tha block is hot
****, you got that yayo? (Well, cook somethin', ****)
****, you let them K's go? (Well, bust somethin', ****)
Are you duckin' the law? (You better run from 'em, ****)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well, look here, front somethin', ****)
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha
See, watch your step on my set
Ya gotta walk right, talk right
We shot out all the street lights
So you can't see who we be like
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryna be presidents
And ever since the coke drought, **** been on a trip, y'all
So you better watch what y'all playin' with
'Cause a **** will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Ha, catch your breath
Now, chk, catch a slug
It's street smarts, plenty **** that keep sparks
When the heat starts, ain't nobody got sweet hearts
Darlin', we sharks, you could come try to cheap talk
We cut yo' week short, them lil' boys don't give a damn
Go all out for that cake, won't hesitate to kill a man
Run in his house and kidnap the ****, him and his fam
Tie 'em up, put 'em in the vans, then put a gat in his jaws
One move, blow his cactuses off
****, you got that yayo? (Well, cook somethin', ****)
****, you let them K's go? (Well, bust somethin', ****)
Are you duckin' the law? (You better run from 'em, ****)
Are you playin' with that raw? (Well, look here, front somethin', ****)
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Tha block is hot, tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha
Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Chika-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
****, chhhhh, cook it up, 'cause tha block is hot
Say look, daddy, just hook it up, 'cause tha block is hot
Some people call me 'cause tha block is hot
Chika-blaow! Bust ya guns 'cause tha block is hot
****, chhhhh, cook it up, 'cause tha block is hot
Say look, daddy, just hook it up, 'cause tha block is hot
****, my block hot, ****, my block burn
My block on fire, ****, what about your'n?
****, my block hot, ****, my block burn
My block on fire, ****, what about your'n?
Tha block is hot, ha, ha-ha, ha, ha

Writer(s): BJ, Lil Wayne & Terius Gray.

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