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HOT BOYS lyrics - Get It How U Live !!

I'm Com'n

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(B.G.) Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar dream All of a sudden, niggas wanna do me in Don't make me get disgusted, or over your head is 10 Me and Baby shinin, on 750 C.B.R.'s Going to the best western with niggas in two cars Tomorrow hoes gotta go, cause me and B flyin back to Tennessee Tryin to see bout some cheese They got niggas ballin, but they don't even wanna Get out the projects, and buy a house on Washatona Fresh gotta Burben, pearl white with T.V.'s My clique ain't hurtin, haul to the bank First N.B.C. Juve gotta a Beamer, blue and black with 17's B Expedition shoppin, he just ordered 23's It's all gravy, this life i'm livin, i'm lovin, Young, straight thuggin, watch out for my clique cause we com'n I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on I'm com'n, draped in diamonds, you blind homes I'm com'n, bout gettin my fuckin shine on (Lil' Wayne) In all black, ready to get a nigga for some yay, Playin with heavy weight, i'mma end ( ? ) Don't hesistate, better play it cool, shipe I'm up the big two, shipe, go by the rule, shipe Drop everything where you stand nigga, Give it all up, like a man nigga You workin with somethin, nigga bring me to the house Respect my mind, or get your brains knocked out I come for the cheese, 25 G's, remain on your knees Or i'll be forced to release, freeze, I make a nigga break down like a bucket Nigga what, you ain't gonna what, hold up, (gun cocks) up it Who fallin now, loga, tell me that Who ballin now, broadas, flat necks Spread it on down, with ya issue I be stunnin Nigga lay it down, i'm com'n I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga Nigga I'm com'n, ( ? ) it's on you nigga I'm com'n, you better watch what you do nigga Nigga I'm com'n, you ballin, it's on you nigga (Bun B) From a penny, to a nickel, to a dime, and a quarter If a any nigga fickel-fuck with mine, then he oughta Get his wife, son, and daughter funeral plans in order Cause i'mma slaughter his blood line till it's thinner than water Went from captain Save-A-Hoe, to Captain Kirk, to Captain Kangaroo But you ain't got no army captain, so who is you a danger to Nobody hang with you, slang with you, bang with you, spend change with you, or do no kind of gangsta thangs with you I'm on your heels, and ain't no lettin up So if you hit the ground, bitch ain't no gettin up Niggas start the bettin up, Put your last dime on me, your credit line on me, Ask Niggy D.D., you gon win every time on me That ain't no lyin on me, that's on my momma All my niggas locked up and dead, behing all that fuckin drama Wassup to Big Tymers, producers, groupies, bitches, and rap rhymers Big Bun com'n like dicks and vaginas I'm com'n, just when you niggas least expected I'm com'n, so have your whole body protected I'm com'n, strong armin your whole clique bitch I'm com'n, so wipe the cum up off my dick bitch (Young Turk) I got more weight then them niggas up state My name, Raymon D., I'm the nigga with the yay I'm from the projects, 42 dollar rent, i'm ballin Stackin ends, taller then tall, could never catch me fallin Ride slow, shine like diamonds, twinkle like gold The young nigga, fuckin all you old niggas hoes When I come, I come with it, I don't rep Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it Hot boy with hot toys, hangin in the closest Ready to be fire, drama, i'm bout that Chopper with 50 shots, nigga I pack gats My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny Want a package, meet me at the spot, nigga i'm com'n I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga I'm com'n, with the coke, let me though nigga I'm com'n, playa hate me, you get removed nigga (Juvenile) Stop at the gas station and put 30 in the tank Pockets kinda low, I hit the curb to the bank Just thinkin bout this bitch ass nigga, thats disrespectin No question, wootay bit the hand that done fed him My nigga Doug told me, man ride with them choppers My nigga Baby told me, man don't stop for no poppers Know that a bitch will get you crossed in a minute Know that they gonna put it off till they get it I had a bad bitch with big ass, until she was top of the line So she stayed in Chanell fits She ran with some made niggas, so she was a made bitch However you wanna do it, it's all on you how she played it She worked for Hot Boys, and I was the chairmen Complication, just give me the Franklins You can take it like a man or a bitch Best to get the fuck or you wanna get flipped I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga I'm com'n, you gotta get it, you gotta do nigga I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga I'm com'n, Juvenile is comin through nigga I'm com'n, i'mma knock your brains in your shoes nigga I'm com'n, better watch what you do nigga

The World Is Changing

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
[Singer] oohhhh(hold note) [Voice] Tell'em where you come in tell that fake nigga where you come in [Singer] oohhhh(hold note) [Voice] Yall bitch niggaz is jealous I see a whole bunch of suckers Verse one Won't you niggas take a look at a real thug and see why ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs at me til the day I die high muthafucker tryin' to think of somethin' other then dyin' what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay from escapade, profess you chest and laid put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash Chorus [Singer]- Life ain't what, it used to be babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? the world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me I write a letter to my un-born child and tell my baby girl to smile for me Chorus Verse three Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you and it your folks hard, that Henny mix rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer look at her wiggle, and don't touch her must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched once she go thug, so always be thugged remember that son, all I want is action won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west got me packed and stressed, but through the pain all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god Chorus Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace (Makaveli to don) [Singer]- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light the world is changin', ooohhhhh

The World Is Changing

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
[Singer]-oohhhh(hold note) [Voice]- Tell'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in [Singer]-oohhhh(hold note) [Voice]- Yall bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers Verse one Won't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' to think of somethin', other then dyin' what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay from escapade, profess you chest and laid put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash Chorus [Singer]- Life ain't what, it used to be babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? the world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me I write a letter to my un-born child and tell my baby girl to smile for me Chorus Verse three Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you and it your folks hard, that Henny mix rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer look at her wiggle, and don't touch her must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched once she go thug, so always be thugged remember that son, all I want is action won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west got me packed and stressed, but through the pain all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god Chorus Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace (Makaveli to don) [Singer]- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light the world is changin', ooohhhhh

Voyage To Compton

MC Ren "Ruthless for Life"
(Intro) Mhhmmm That's right Take a voyage Where? All the way down Down where? Down where? Down where? (Verse 1) Niggas be thinkin the Villain has stopped givin Compton props Nigga you smokin off that muthafuckin stress That your ass was chokin CPT, I'm straight out, that's my muthafuckin heart You can't tear me apart, they gave a nigga a start It's crazy niggas in that bitch, plenty hoes to match Plenty pussies to fuck, and plenty bitches to catch Niggas be doin what they got to do, family's a need Compton niggas hit that pussy so hard, make it bleed Niggas hittin switches, and movin pounds of dope So cluck-head muthafuckas got they rocks to smoke Niggas be killin other niggas when they get in they path White muthafuckas gives a fuck, they sit back and laugh These undercover tight bitches be playin the tease Got my dick hard as fuck but she want the pennies Niggas be hatin 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do Niggas still be havin love for you (be havin love) Uhh! (Chorus) Compton (he's back to you) Compton come back to me (he's back to you) I know, I know baby (Verse 2) Niggas be at the park, tryin to set the pussy up for the night Baby you can suck this dick just as long as you don't bite Go back to the crib, we do that soopafly scene Fuck your ass in the tub, rub my dick with vaseline Make my shit stretch all down your throat Quit tryna talk with that shit in your mouth just write a note Or use sign language if you need some air I'll chase your ass around the room, fuck that pussy anywhere I'm just a Compton nigga, no matter where the fuck I be Niggas don't get high, with me, I'm just writin what I see It's reality that's all a real nigga know All that Slob/Cuzzin and bullshit - it gots to go All these niggas know, Villain kickin the real I gives a fuck how these muthafuckas feel Niggas hate me 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do Niggas still be havin love for you (and I know) Check it! (Chorus) Compton (he's back to you) Come back, come back to me, yeah Ohhhhh...(he's back to you) Ohhhhh...I know, I know (he's back to you) Lalalalala...lalalalala Compton, Compton (he's back to you) Come back to me Ohhh...no no no no... (he's back to you) Ohhhh...Compton...Ohhhh... (he's back to you) Ohhh...no no no no no... (he's back to you) Ohhh...Compton come back, come back to me baby I...I wanna tell you baby ohhh...no no no no...lalala...Ohhh...I... Ohhh...Compton...come back to me (he's back to you)

Imported Goods

ACTION BRONSON
[Verse 1:] Orlando Magic warm-up suits and black Shaqs '95: younger Bronson on the fast track To blast gat, now I'm looking past that I want the cash stack higher than the NASDAQ I put the work in, the downtime I'm cooking lamb A thousand Dutches in the air like it's a reefer jam Aretha Jan you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me Or risk the forest where the motherfucking resutine be Peking duck, and large liver, goose carver Swiss Bally's, smoke cigar just like a new father You know the motto, jacket to the knee I can't help if I'm a fiend, I had to tap into the beat, Lord Spark a seance, cause everybody lifted I'm like the strainer with the fucking powder being sifted up This is Queens Day, alleys where the fiends play You cuffed against all the construction, take it easy [Hook:] This for my people making sales until they back hurt See the beast on the creep, they let the Mac squirt Bitch on the backs, that do the dippies on the bikes, and Loud pipes and rocking leathers like a wild Viking My man who just came home, and some are going up Fiends up in the alley, sippin Balley fucking throwing up Keep your mind straight, focus on the prize Always diving into thighs, blowing smoke into the skies [Verse 2:] Bronsonelli the problem, we got the party reeking Never see us starving, all my people hardly speaking When it's time, though, we form into a single file Spray the fucking ballcourt without hitting a single child Hop in the Beamer, Pigeon popping the nina Getting top in a steamer, scoping rock in a Tina Hooker, that type of looker eat the pussy from the back Take the children to the school, baking cookies, serving packs all day Know the verbal, is Oscar-winning You cop a squat to piss in, only focused on them rocks that glisten Suppositories in the ass of you, the green Fila with a Horsey how this motherfucking bastard do Bet the crib that you ain't fucking with this grown man I'll E. Honda a thousand, slap you with the whole hand Sex a dime, herbally, a blessed time Check the rhyme motherfucker, better recognize [Hook] [Verse 3:] The eyes slanted from the origami, I roll a quarter of the water Near the border, where you oughta find me The Tamborine Man pumping while the Tyson burning Air Tech Challenge, clay court, checks balance Stay endorsing that weak shit, my team spit That mean shit, like stepping in some fiend's shit Now you sick to your stomach because you stunted Word got fronted, another motherfucking jerk confronted Post pattern, Lonnie threw the loaf at 'em Flushing, motherfucker, keep a toast up by the gold Saturn Little doulas on the block we tell 'em "go stab 'em" Relieve him of his shoes, it's easier to toe tag em' Carhartt sets and Horseys like the Preakness Bronson love a freak bitch, dining on that Greek dish That's the a-hole, all my people AWOL Cash inside the case and now the judges want to play ball [Hook]

Watch Dem Niggas

NAS "It Was Written"
(feat. Foxy Brown) [Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X)] Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what) livin reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My 'Fuck Tommorrow' motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown] Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line now they had to target your Wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes [Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown] Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah) Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh)

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