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

I'm in deep shit
Got some niggaz from another
On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin'
What should I do, where should I go, how could I '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 fruithead out here 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 roof the fo' fo'
Drive
they ridin'
I'm aiming for they block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on shop
Suga baby they done up
Won't you in the cut
While I and buck on these nuts
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take
Mobb shit with the click'll happen every

Heard shots
Fireworks auto chops
Sound like they come from around my corner my knot spot
Must be they done fucked around and went to war
I the sound that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped 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 black hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Ridin' shotgun loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the
(But if hollow points is fired better duck)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot 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 glock that fit the
Some of that high powered
''cause all I was smoking out them tricks
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 nigga a ridah
inside
7-4 malibu the do dirt crew
What wanna do
I ain't shootin' for the
or homes
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
Down and to my death day

Gotta watch them riff
on you when you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna slap my
Might as have pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones echo through the bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff duck that ass down in the bathtub
track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook
See if they fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook
Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o 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 loose hot ones)
Hot ones echo through the
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz duck)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones in garlic)

Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot ones echo the ghetto
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Where echo at where they 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 keep a trey-eight, quit the
be bullet-proofed out
Better on the floor if you wanna survive
Better know about those hot
I said you better know about those hot
You better about those hot ones
'cause' ain't no names when fly