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How you this Playboy? This one here bezzled out
With the Hot and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Nigga like
Ridin' on twenties, and New Orleans
We gonna you how we do this

know the motherfuckin' score, bitch
Y'all boys, y'all boys, ain't ready for
Hot Boys, Hot Boys gunnin' with the 6
40 Cal in my draws, runnin' from them
A clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping I don't fall

I'm hittin' corners, hittin' gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
Leapin' tall in a single bounce, feelin' ceiling lights
me this, if I go, I better go in style
But in Tennessee, another bugged out stunts

Fuckin' with me, huh? You with the wrong one
That fire spit from my K your wig cooked when I'm done
Now up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
Is it enough for me to go, shoot up them, drug

Lil' killa Weezay, they spot is fuckin' up a nigga, cheezay
Get 'em out and shut that down
Huh, well, let's ride,
We high, realize they all die, nigga
Them Hot started ridin'

We gonna fire, nigga, wet 'em real
Wave your rid a bye, bye, bye, nigga
down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides, nigga
We the Hot B. lighters, ridin' at nighters in two red

gonna expect two snipers splittin' heads like this
Puttin' they clique in a blender gats like this
of that danger in all black like this
And if a nigga want some more then we be back like

Sosate, Lord, the war competors come on irregular
Intruders these barracudas, hunt you nigga predators
Double barrel bust, that warned them, now they surely of us
Seriously, we party, stay out the or face the territory

Cowards of the hour, sickened by my tower, power
Shower and devour, face the boom, boom, boom,
Tear Da Up Thugs, kickin' it with the Hot Boys
'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the

I'll wet a nigga, block for anything, me and my Hot Boy
Quick to dress in all black and drop a nigga shit
Two time on a thug nigga, 'bout it since my younger
Been triggers, been runnin' thru the hallways
it raw, sparkin' at anytime

Any place, anywhere my fuckin' 9
I got an army of niggas with gats
'Bout splittin', ass niggas Craig, Ron and Randy
Hot and Three 6, they teamed up realer
Wanna start beef, it's a must, we it up, realer

Real clangly and you a nigga, now who did it?
Motherfucker, no stomach, they too scary to it
Rear view mirror up, so I can't see when they coming
I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman

I told the lady, "Look I'm sorry, miss, I knew I was
But you came so fuckin' close to me, I it was on
why my partners is gone, they done seen an evil approaching
And a got 'em, if it was me, I would have smoked him

Let's stop all this nonsense 'cause they catch Lil Duane
Y'all think a syringe in this man
Shit if in tap ons, don't even worry 'bout it thugsta
Left 'em in the garbage expectin' they'll find an city, youngsta
I'm an all around hustla, get paid in many

a Dre to get played, had a connection with Yah
Once before I went in a and killed four
Hit the nigga for hoes that he kept under the floor
Now I'm the Three 6 mob pushin' them Burbs
Niggas done made a come up Hot Boys the 3rd

It's the Juice comin' up out the dark apart
North Memphis niggas always and we start
Shit with these motherfuckin' haters, we no traders
Bustin' hustlas and G's chasers about that paper

Pass that weed if you a of me
Usually punk tricks a fifth of Hennesey
And get wild in the club, that's how we be
All you niggas
Throw them and show them teeth, it's on

be sizin', niggas ridin', I'll sign on niggas
But I'll die for a few
Slim, Manny and my Hot Boy Clique
Never my B.G.
I know he'll kill a nigga more for me, bitch

But today I'm with 6 and I'm showin' love
Where these Tennessee hoe suck till they see blood
Wearin' my glove in case I gotta bust a niggas head, 'cuz
Niggas buyin' Bentlies on dubs, TV's VC's is a must

Automatic strap plus and my soldiers
On my no matter what
got four and B.G. got ten
While my golds, nigga, we all in
Turk got the red team, double R Rolls Royce showin' love
Went to Miami and bought a on dubs

Niggas buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin'
And my baby, momma, the bitch play too games
she was takin' pills
Now she again, but it's all gravy, baby
And my children gonna be strapped, if I'm blind, or crazy, baby
Playboy, you can believe

How you it now Playboy?
Manny on the motherfuckin' tracks, boy
Yo, yo, yo, Hypnotized, Mindz productions
Up in here, you me?
Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin' 6