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

I'm in deep shit
Got some niggaz another click
On ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin' cliff
What should I do, where I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a on that ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all I be in a little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here 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 they
I'm aiming for they block
And when they stop I'm closin' on they shop
Suga baby done fucked up
Won't you in the cut
While I bust and buck on these
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take
shit with the click'll happen every time

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

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

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck
I'm like damn up
I had that that fit the script
Some of that high shit
''cause all along I was out them tricks
Hot ones echo through the lit
This way that-a way I split them dope fiend's
They had me up
on my click
We pound the on those punk ass bitches

See your nigga be's a
inside
7-4 malibu the do dirt 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 niggaz they
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got with the these fools in a major way
Down and dirty to my day

Gotta them riff raffs
Hittin on you you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna my kizz-ass
Might as well have ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the bullets ricochet
comin' 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' foamin' at the mouth better feed rook
Niggaz better be careful just like shit be goin'
through metal, and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto

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

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