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Shit S-M-O-B
Smob
it
V-Town in bitch
Ton

I'm in some deep
Got some niggaz from click
On that ass to run me off the fuckin' cliff
What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake
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 fruithead out here tryin' to your kinfolk
a vegetable
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'
slow
What they
I'm aiming for they engine
And when they I'm closin' down on they shop
Suga baby they fucked up
Won't you in the cut
While I and buck on these nuts
Fuck on a nigga tryin to take mine
Mobb shit with the click'll happen time

Heard shots
fully auto 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 that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga say that though
Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the Bitch!)

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

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck
I'm like damn up
I had that glock that fit the
Some of that high powered
''cause all along I was smoking out them
Hot echo through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them dope wigs
They had me 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
What they do
I ain't shootin' for the
Cars or
I'm from the town bodies face down
I'm to stay real 'cause niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got moss with the fools in a major way
and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch riff raffs
Hittin on you when you piss-ass
slap my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass
Hot ones echo through the bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff better duck 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 better be careful like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot echo through the ghetto

Hot echo through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is niggaz better duck)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot 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 through the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
is funky
Better keep a trey-eight, the bullshit
be bullet-proofed out
Better sleep on the floor if you survive
Better know those hot ones
I you better know about those hot ones
You better about those hot ones
'cause' ain't no names when fly