(feat. Bullet Proof) Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. [Turk:] Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat Yeah nigga, I stay strapped. [Chorus:] Somethin' hot
me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys
New Orleans n-gga, I get super Dome, loyal to the game, the games been good to me, still spitting fire, you n-ggas wood to me, we on n-gga, let let them
Who this nigga thing he is? [Verse 2] I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times I spit it out and about, and spit outta the
somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys
, underneath you just a clown time everyone see, what you really be play the game, the game gets played i got a man and he goes by feadz play the game, the game
Rollin' with the big boys soakin up game, And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames The easier it got n**** the harder it came, But I stayed in the game
me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys
like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! Close your mouth before your mouth get you into something with them detriot niggas WE DEEP! [Verse 2 Trick Trick] The godfather n
by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss
Oh, militainment, oh, militainment, oh, militainment Come on, militainment, oh, militainment This one is the hot one Militainment, ay yo, militainment
Oh, oh (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, come on (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, this one is the hot one (Millitainment, millitainment) Aiyyo (Millitainment
Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day