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

I'm in some shit
Got some niggaz from another
On that ass tryin' to run me off the cliff
What should I do, should I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' 'em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a
bit of trouble, a fruithead out tryin' to turn your kinfolk
into a
But I'm smebbin' high performance Dodge
They in a Buick

Meet me at the fo'
Got the dough sit low
I'm on the with the fo' fo'
Drive
What ridin'
I'm aiming for they engine
And when they stop I'm down on they shop
Suga baby they done up
you wait in the cut
While I and buck on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a tryin to take mine
Mobb shit with the click'll happen time

Heard some
fully auto chops
Sound like they from around my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they fucked around and went to war
I know the sound my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene they say a nigga got back
A Skylark around my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say though
Hot echo through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)

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

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck
I'm like whats up
I had that glock fit the script
of that high powered shit
''cause all along I was smoking out them
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them fiend's wigs
had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my
We pound the frowns on those punk ass

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

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

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

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