hot shot Gotta unload Hot shot Gonna explode Hot shot Gotta confess Gonna be a mess Oh, baby, on your party dress Got a hot shot Baby, don't say no
sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so hot Touch my hot
Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And
I'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops [Repeat Chorus] [DJ Clue Talkin...] Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y
are gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care Hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead but none of these haters get shot dead They don't
looking at the future Young wild nigga might mess around and shoot ya Came in the game like cane for the (? tuda's?) Bout to rearrange things... I ain't
't let your spot get hot, you gon' end up gettin popped So when I'm in the drop I'm strapped with my thumb cocked Only gon' take one shot, leave you stretched
shit, nigga Ain't nothing friendly about the motherfucking game You understand me, if you listen I'ma tell you right Open your motherfucking ears Shit, it ain't
I fucks with Harty,Boey,and Zydie if I see you talkin and you ain't one of them I'm a ride by matter of fact fuck y'all niggaz cause y'all ain't man enough
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don?t know what y?all about to do But I?m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin? Quit
up" [Mr. Mixx] YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE! WE WANT Y'ALL TO GET Y'ASSON THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCE FLOOR! [Brother Marquis] All you raggedy-ass hoes, GET Y
ain't about all that bullshit y'all been hearin' for the last two or three years, you know what I'm sayin'? There ain't no more motherfuckin'cheerleading
talkin thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play
if you believe in that s**t that you heard Y'all dont know us, y'all dont know us [E.D.I Talking] Ain't never know ni**az like us boy They don't make
killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer, fuck all y'all niggaz If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't poppin, that's on my momma
now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out
