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