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

I'm in deep shit
Got some niggaz another click
On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin'
What 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 B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here to turn your kinfolk
into a
But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' performance Dodge
in a Buick Skylark

Meet me at the fo'
Got the sit real low
I'm on the roof the fo' fo'
slow
What ridin'
I'm for they engine block
And when they stop I'm closin' on they shop
Suga baby they done up
you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these
Fuck mercy on a nigga to take mine
Mobb shit with the click'll happen every

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

Hot ones through the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired better duck)
Hot echo 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 glock that fit the script
of that high powered shit
''cause all along I was smoking out tricks
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way way I split them dope fiend's wigs
had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my
We pound the frowns on punk ass bitches

See your nigga a ridah
Hops
7-4 malibu the do dirt crew
What they do
I ain't for the stars
Cars or
I'm from the town leaving face down
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause niggaz will
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you off
I got with the these fools in a major way
Down and to my death day

Gotta watch riff raffs
on you when you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna my kizz-ass
Might as well pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff better that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the
See if they 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 echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo through the
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo 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 ones through the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the
(Where they at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo through the
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
is funky
Better keep a trey-eight, quit the
be bullet-proofed out
Better sleep on the floor if you wanna
know about those hot ones
I said you better know those hot ones
You better know about those hot
'cause' ain't no when they fly