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Shit don't
Smob
it
V-Town in this
Ton

I'm in some deep
Got some from another click
On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin'
What should I do, where should I go, how could I 'em?
Bust a on that ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
Call up B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here to turn your kinfolk
a vegetable
But I'm hexa-smart high performance Dodge
in a Buick Skylark

Meet me at the fo'
Got the sit real low
I'm on the with the fo' fo'
Drive
they ridin'
I'm aiming for they engine
And when stop I'm closin' down on they shop
Suga baby they done up
Won't you in the cut
While I bust and on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to mine
Mobb shit the click'll happen every time

Heard shots
Fireworks fully chops
Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot
Must be folks done fucked around and went to war
I know the sound that's my B's fo' fo'
On the scene they say a nigga got peeled
A Skylark wrapped my neighbor's Cadillac
A sight but a nigga can't say that though
Hot ones echo through the (through the getto Bitch!)

Hot ones echo through the
(No gat too black hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' shotgun loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz duck)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the goin' buck buck buck
I'm damn whats up
I had glock that fit the script
Some of that high powered
''cause all along I was smoking out them
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them dope wigs
They had me up
on my click
We the frowns on those punk ass bitches

See your be's a ridah
Hops
7-4 malibu the do dirt crew
What they do
I ain't for the stars
Cars or
I'm from the leaving bodies face down
I'm tryin' to real 'cause niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got moss with the these in a major way
Down and dirty to my day

Gotta watch them riff
Hittin on you when you niggaz
slap my kizz-ass
Might as have pussy ass niggaz
Hot echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the
Dope late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook
See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed rook
better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones through the ghetto

Hot ones through the ghetto
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

Hot ones echo through the
Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the
(Where echo at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
Shit is
Better a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be out
Better sleep on the floor if you survive
Better about those hot ones
I said you better know about those hot
You better know those hot ones
'cause' no names when they fly