4 Minutes
B.G., The Hot Boys, Lil Wayne, Turk, Juvenile
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You know we don't drop hits, uh uh We drop classics nigga, uh huh Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes All the niggas I f*ck with, they bling bling V.L. is my block my hood, my set nigga Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga You better protect your head, f*ck the chest nigga I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em I been cut throatin' niggas for a while now I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever Click clack! I got to have it, no matter What the situation be I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green UPT 13 and CMB Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T nigga (4 minutes left) This bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep This bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak Niggas comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick Them old side niggas, them new side niggas Might get loaded but they do ride niggas They stuck in line, but right after it's all over The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street You representin'? It better be M-A-G Or niggas gon' get mad and never let you leave A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. It's on fire from the wars they cause A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage (3 minutes left) Yes, one-seven nigga, look Niggas step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me? Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy Prices, cheaper than the average, ki's be We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell? What is that I smell? No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal My grill, platinum, necklace, platinum Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we have 'em We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr, reload, explode Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what? (2 minutes left) Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my Rolex Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat Got so many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat Trust that if you play with me I dress in black That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad (?) You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you Play with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you Make me pop and throw, six niggas gon' carry you People don't have no money, they can't bury you Don't have no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two Bought that insurin' yourself, cousin Get it how you live it nigga, when they come cousin Gun, I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin (I hope you got the message)
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Written by: Christopher Noel Dorsey, Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Tab Virgil
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