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

I'm in deep shit
Got some from another click
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
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 high performance Dodge
They in a Skylark

Meet me at the fo'
Got the dough sit low
I'm on the with the fo' fo'
slow
What ridin'
I'm aiming for they block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on they
Suga baby they fucked up
Won't you in the cut
I bust and buck on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga to take mine
shit with the click'll happen every time

Heard shots
fully auto chops
Sound like they come around my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they done fucked around and to war
I know the sound my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene they say a got peeled back
A Skylark around 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 through the
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if points is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the
(Hollow point hot 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 that high powered
''cause all along I was smoking out tricks
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way way I split them dope fiend's wigs
They had me up
Ph-ing on my
We pound the frowns on those punk ass

See nigga be's 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 face down
I'm tryin' to real 'cause niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you off
I got with the these fools in a major way
Down and dirty to my day

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

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

Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Where they at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the
(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
be bullet-proofed out
Better on the floor if you wanna survive
Better about those hot ones
I said you know about those hot ones
You know about those hot ones
'cause' ain't no names when fly