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Got to keep going
What the fuck does she want? Chopper on me
It'll blow your ass to next morning
I be at the front door like
"What you order?" wanna

Have 'em boss me with the mop, plans fade
Break out the back door
Heard them bitches 'bout to raid

You lookin' at them road runners
You fuckin' with

I'm Hot [Dirty Version; Edit]

Afrika Bambaataa

Eastside

2003

(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze

Louis or the 'Sace runners
But you know a nigga
Never ran from nothing forreal(uh-uh)
From the trenches
Niggaz dumpin to kill
To make it out of here

the static
Yea I'm boutta score on this lil nigga
I'm turning 2 into 4, I'm hitting the door lil nigga
The choppa going for a cheap shot
Hit at his knee, now

open doors, coke in her nose
She left the restroom and the mess, livin' kinda fast boo
But not too quick for me to move past you
Ignore the lower

yeah you're the Bad runner you the bad Yeah open door Yeah yeah I won't pick yeah won't Pick yeah yeah, I won't Pick yeah 

You're the bad runner you

Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even

all that slop
We will merk cause
Hungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgers
Who want beef? Who want beef? I bring it to
Your front door and now you seem

at night
Im the one that grabs your feet
Im the one that no one talks about
Because there to pussy

Uh oh here we go
Here i come knock on your door
Uh oh

to hovering
Takin niggas out the fuckin oven wit a oven mit
I can spot ya lady from the corner and she lovin it
Name ain't Erika, but shawty bussin it
She can

I'm Hot

Erick Sermon

Music [Clean]

2001

(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze

Day
Day
Day
Night
Day
Day
Day
Night
Night
Day after day
Night after night
Spent all my life tryna fight
Behind these closed doors, shit get cold
It's

getter since I was small, no better than yours
Truly just check the suicide doors
Thirty inch grill and that black mink floor
Looking back I did

run out the front door I'm gonna be a runner runner runner I'm gonna be a runner runner runner I'm gonna be I'm gonna be I'm gonna be a TrackStar

Don't get to embarrassed
Till the pendulum pick up the shift

Big burner on the stove melt metal shit
Road runner in the oven
He just dry snitched

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With your radio on
With your radio on

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per

Bamboo Banger

M.I.A.

Kala

2007

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With your radio on
With your radio on

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per

Bamboo Banga

M.I.A.

Kala

2007

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With your radio on
With your radio on

Road runner, road runner
Going hundred mile per hour
With

Cut the stove on I need heat I said is cold in here
Knock on the door look in my heart
I Said is no one there
Who can I trust who can I love
Seem

I'm Hot

Erick Sermon

Urban Vibes

2002

(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze
And park that ass like Aj's and Free's
But this section's E's behind the rope
If your not with me freeze

settle for the less
Girl I wan make this be the best
But you just come still dey vex
E yoh oh

Girl I dey for your oven
Knocking on your door make you open

Get out Get out, Go, Go
Climb out the window
Sneak past the front door
Keep quiet
Tip Toe
They can’t hurt you anymore
Leave behind all that you know

Enough to fill a aquaduct

HUH



You fucking with some Bloccboyz
Hot boys big toys
Block Runners
Sending decoys if the cops coming 
Sacc holding niggas