spit 'n game
Singer:hot boys
baby. hot boys. hot boys in this bitch. check it out. niggas steady getting chopped
losin they life behind stupid shit
killin' has became a fame
i cannot see my brains layin
i keep my 9 on my waistline
picks up the shells to leave no evidence around
when niggas ain't playin'
got a chrome glock got it cocked
it's a tragedy when i spin' yo fuckin' block
fa' sho yo' face is on the next
hollow points bullets racin' it
tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust
a lot of punk niggas try to play hard
put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
better be cool if you don't
that's all on you. 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
transportin' ki's in the all black camero
i'm a hot boy to the police
and i'm a thug on the street
yeah i score from slim and b
36 oz's formed the halves
mansion on washetona 6 figures on the floor
double r and dr watched by uptown security guards
got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
knock ya head off ya shoulders
when i'm comin' get out the way
bussin' a nigga ass on the runway
head straight back to the hot block
if i'm out there bad i might cut you in half
across my stomach stay booted
on tuesdays and thursdays
you better watch for the sweep
look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
i'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people
and rob the chinese store
bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers
niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me
i'm on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too
fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains
to the tc and we gon' hurt 'em
shootin like that heavy on 'bauds and tens
i'm in the chevy with b.g. and our girlfriends
park 'round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
look bitch this ain't the night show
ask baby and slim how i can
hook me up i don't have time for no games
look here i stompin in this bitch
i'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick
look at what ya facin partner
of niggas that's mind damaged
with that iron i'ma roll wit em
mama don't pray for me i don't back down from no nigga
hundreds and big thousands
tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin'
uptown streets is where all my ends meet
give me 9 9 g tryin' to see my destiny
i do it all to ball drop the phone if i call
see i'm livin' real large eventhough i'm real small
but don't let that fool ya
money rules everything around me
creepin up silent behind ya that's where ya find me
i want the whole damn spot
i cock my glock and have ya plot so i turn out to the top
nigga be runnin' with money
things you doin' i done done it
9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin
slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
infrared fled big bread money maker
pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper
big ballin' life taker for big caker
bank televancin' big bankin
left stankin' ship sankin'
ain't no such thing like see another nigga come up
but if i don't know that other nigga
then his come up is my stuff
call it a bluff if you want
but come and test for ya own
see how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome
aim my pistol straight for head shots
don't hunt bitch down in ya way
reverse the game and wax that ass
i clear yo block on that ass
nigga wonder why i stress
we got weapons that'll go through ya vest
disrespect it's beef fo sho
cuz around me bitch i'm doin bad ya can't sell it
if you got change on ya wig
226 my clique cash money the shit
makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
if i jack you i don't want half i want all
niggas out to give me the blues
but the one of i was accused
so what ya self cuz i'm down to act a donkey
put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a qb