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Shit S-M-O-B
shit
it
V-Town in this
Ton

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

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

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

Hot ones echo the ghetto
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' shotgun loose hot ones)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(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 glock goin' buck buck
I'm damn whats up
I had glock that fit the script
Some of high powered shit
''cause all along I was smoking out tricks
Hot ones echo through the lit
way that-a way I split them dope fiend's wigs
They had me up
on my click
We pound the frowns on those ass bitches

See your nigga be's a
inside
7-4 malibu the do dirt crew
What wanna do
I ain't for the stars
or homes
I'm from the leaving bodies face down
I'm tryin' to stay 'cause niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around you halled off
I got with the these fools in a major way
Down and to my death day

Gotta watch riff raffs
Hittin on you when you niggaz
Wanna my kizz-ass
as well have pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones echo the ghetto bullets ricochet
Bush sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night be poppin' bein it's off the hook
See if they stay fienden' at the mouth better feed them rook
Niggaz 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 black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' shotgun lettin' hot ones)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired better duck)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot dipped in garlic)

Hot ones echo through the
Hot ones echo the ghetto
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Where they at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
is funky
Better a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be out
sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
Better know about those hot
I said you better know about hot ones
You better know about hot ones
ain't no names when they fly