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

I'm in some shit
Got some from another click
On that ass 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 out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk
a vegetable
But I'm smebbin' high performance Dodge
They in a Skylark

Meet me at the fo'
Got the sit real low
I'm on the roof the fo' fo'
slow
What they
I'm aiming for they block
And when they I'm closin' down on they shop
Suga they done fucked up
you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these
Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take
Mobb shit with the happen every time

Heard shots
Fireworks fully auto
Sound like come from around my corner 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 they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say that
Hot ones echo the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)

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

See your nigga a ridah
Hops
7-4 malibu with the do dirt
they wanna do
I ain't shootin' for the
Cars or
I'm from the town leaving bodies face
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause niggaz will
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got moss with the these in a major way
Down and dirty to my day

Gotta them riff raffs
on you when you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna my kizz-ass
Might as well have ass niggaz
Hot ones echo the ghetto bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff duck that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late should 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 jell-o be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the

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

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