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Shit S-M-O-B
Smob
it
V-Town in this
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 that ass and try to 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' high Dodge
in a Buick Skylark

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

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

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

See your nigga a ridah
inside
7-4 malibu with the do crew
they wanna do
I ain't for the stars
or homes
I'm from the town bodies face down
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause niggaz they
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you off
I got moss the these fools 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 pussy ass niggaz
Hot ones through the ghetto bullets ricochet
comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be bein it's off the hook
See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them
better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot echo through the ghetto
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if points is fired niggaz better 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 they echo at where echo at nigga?)
Hot ones echo 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
Better know those hot ones
I said you better about those hot ones
You know about those hot ones
'cause' ain't no names when fly