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Shit don't
shit
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, where I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
up cousin B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a little
bit of trouble, a out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk
a vegetable
But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high performance
They in a Buick

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

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

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

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock buck buck buck
I'm like damn 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 dope wigs
had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my
We pound the frowns on those punk ass

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

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

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

Hot ones through the ghetto
Hot ones through the ghetto
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Where they echo at where echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this bitch 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 wanna
Better about those hot ones
I said you better know those hot ones
You better know those hot ones
'cause' ain't no names they fly