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

I'm in some deep
Got niggaz from another click
On that ass to run me off the fuckin' cliff
What should I do, should I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' 'em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a
bit of trouble, a fruithead out tryin' to turn your kinfolk
into a
But I'm hexa-smart high performance Dodge
They in a Buick

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

Heard some
Fireworks fully auto
Sound like they come around my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they done fucked around and to war
I know the that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's
A pretty sight but a nigga say that though
Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the Bitch!)

Hot echo through the ghetto
(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 is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Hollow point hot ones in garlic)

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

See your nigga be's a
inside
7-4 with the do dirt crew
What they do
I ain't for the stars
or homes
I'm from the town bodies face down
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause they will
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got moss with the these in a major way
and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch them raffs
Hittin on you you piss-ass niggaz
slap my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass
Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets
Bush comin' sheriff better duck ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the
See if they stay fienden' at the mouth better feed them rook
Niggaz better be careful like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto

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

Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Where they echo at they echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
Shit is
keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be out
Better sleep on the floor if you survive
Better about those hot ones
I said you know about those hot ones
You better know those hot ones
'cause' ain't no when they fly