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HOT BOYS lyrics - Let 'Em Burn

Introduction

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[B.G.] Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the block I've rob through your neighborhood, day and night Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on strike I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm searchin' 11 deep in the new Ford Excursion Me and my nigga P. - brother D's on weed Bet should re-infact, k' pot it clean Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B. I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up shorty I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet Baby gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga [Juvenile] Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me Last night I got hit for a package of ki's Who was it? Man I'ont know some cats They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back And you think them mothafuckers woulda left it at that They beat me in my head until I said where it's at Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' C4 them down, let 'em burn in the car Me not worried about no witness Cuz them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me Boss, come ta find out it was Red and Black Them connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock roaches And payment for the cops in case they wanna approach us [Baby] I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and bitches Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with ditches My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these niggaz While Troy had me in alleys dealin' with digits Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga It ain't nothing keep it real my nigga While my homies carve life in the field my nigga Ski' then family - thrill deal niggaz Rambo and Sam - it is what it is niggaz I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz Drama's involved - we in like we in nigga Homicide - we kill like we kill nigga Behind them thangs - it is what it is niggaz Birdman - a known shotcaller Suburban man and Benzes and Prowlers [Lil' Wayne] (look - look - look - look) Here comes Mister Bad nerves What that fed up look? Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar look And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry All I got is this beretta with 2 murders on it I done walk 'bout four blocks In a pair of old 'Boks Dirty with no socks Looking for dope spots Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and wild Been a year since I smiled Better watch that child Hat over my eyes, you can't see my frustation Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean faces Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin' Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla Do you under smell me - I'm telling your dawg I was raised on bad ways from school on half-days Have smart and have praise - stop playin' with me [Turk] It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga that I am Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his fam' Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a nigga know Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared anyday Thuggin' is usual, do that every day Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from round my way Middle of the court or one of them hallways Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't fake Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo' You'll be put ta nap Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya house Fuck it, I goes out cuz it's in me my nigga When it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga

Cake And Eat It

Dead Or Alive
Uhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh All ma dawgs Chorus: It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop stic.man: One thang bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that, thats game And we ready for dat 2 soldiers head of tha pack Matter fact who got da gat? Rather attack than not react Back to beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock n roll whether yo projects put on hold/ And tha real world (is bigger than all these fake ass records) the moment my people die and my womans' disrespected In the real world (we just people wit ideas) we just like you until tha smoke and cameras disappear If you check 1,2 tha word of advice to you is just relax Do whut you got ta do If dat dont work then kick the facts If you a fida rida chronic stay ebonics or if you wanna just get high then just sing it But if you a liar, liar pants on fire wolf crier Agent wit a wire then i'm gonna know it when i play it Chorus M-1: Who shot Biggie Smalls? If we dont get them They gon get us all I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in they city hall We ride for y'all All ma dawgs stay real Nigga dont think these record deals Gon feed yo kids n pay yo bills' Because they not Fake mc's get a lil bit of love And think they hot Talkin bout how much $ they got Nigga y'all records sound tha same I'm sick of that fake thug [email protected] rap scenario All day on tha radio Same scenes in tha video Monotonous material Y'all dont hear me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You could be next in line and sign Then rhyme and now your broke Would you rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? A nigga like me dont playa hate I just stay awake And its real hip hop And it dont stop Till we get tha Po Po off tha block They call it Chorus DP's got dat crazy shit We keep it crunk up John Blaze n shit Repeat 4x

Get Up

LOST BOYZ "Legal Drug Money"
VERSE 1 - Mr. Cheeks this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac this goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall your life is how you living kid just give it your all we strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times much respect to your hood love is love that's all good the plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining but that's all we know cause from the street we got the training CHORUS this be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours how hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours instead of bringing ?crime ills? and senseless wars you niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores you talk of revolution but you're very much afraid take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid direct it to the world because we all need peace we all livin in the belly of the beast VERSE 2 - Mr. Cheeks yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason all the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing mom dukes on welfare ghetto love no more we share you rising to the top but then get hit from the rear one night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me a 13-year old could just up, and end me if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand now does that make shorty rock the man? not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2 good fellaz it's more than what they motherfuckers tell us now if a cop got shot someone's caught the same night that's the bullshit you motherfuckin right so take heed to what I say, LB Fam pray in they own way to the motherfuckin day CHORUS VERSE 3 - Queens Most Wanted 2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain they both did they thing went platinum in the game at home where I zone there's a TV I watch BET, MTV, video, music box it bugs me out for real I'm in the zone kid that's ill it only goes to show up in the rap game it's real it's just a little something on my mind how I feel now niggaz kick raps, and caps get peeled kid I thought we was rhymin man fuck that actin tough enough is enough let's dead that East and West stuff I'm callin niggaz bluff yo my rap game be tuff let's take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss I'm tryin to live a hundred plus in this crazy world to hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl look here we tryin to make it but they tryin to hold us back that's why I'm speakin my opinion on this track the media they tryin to throw dirt in the game but me and my fam we found ways to explain throughout the pain I try to gain and keep the shit the same it's quite strange how these cats keep playin games CHORUS

From My Family To Yours (Dedication)

LOST BOYZ "Love Peace Nappiness"
VERSE 1 - Mr. Cheeks this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac this goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall your life is how you living kid just give it your all we strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times much respect to your hood love is love that's all good the plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining but that's all we know cause from the street we got the training CHORUS this be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours how hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours instead of bringing ?crime ills? and senseless wars you niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores you talk of revolution but you're very much afraid take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid direct it to the world because we all need peace we all livin in the belly of the beast VERSE 2 - Mr. Cheeks yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason all the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing mom dukes on welfare ghetto love no more we share you rising to the top but then get hit from the rear one night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me a 13-year old could just up, and end me if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand now does that make shorty rock the man? not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2 good fellaz it's more than what they motherfuckers tell us now if a cop got shot someone's caught the same night that's the bullshit you motherfuckin right so take heed to what I say, LB Fam pray in they own way to the motherfuckin day CHORUS VERSE 3 - Queens Most Wanted 2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain they both did they thing went platinum in the game at home where I zone there's a TV I watch BET, MTV, video, music box it bugs me out for real I'm in the zone kid that's ill it only goes to show up in the rap game it's real it's just a little something on my mind how I feel now niggaz kick raps, and caps get peeled kid I thought we was rhymin man fuck that actin tough enough is enough let's dead that East and West stuff I'm callin niggaz bluff yo my rap game be tuff let's take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss I'm tryin to live a hundred plus in this crazy world to hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl look here we tryin to make it but they tryin to hold us back that's why I'm speakin my opinion on this track the media they tryin to throw dirt in the game but me and my fam we found ways to explain throughout the pain I try to gain and keep the shit the same it's quite strange how these cats keep playin games CHORUS

My Money Don't Fold

JUVENILE "Cocky & Confident"
[Intro] What?! Flight School in the building homey Nino, it's on as a bone mayne Gettin that money mayne Puttin it in the bank account though, writin checks If you broke man it's gon' be hard for you understand this but peep this [Chorus] I know you see the cars, the jewels and the clothes Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold I know you see the Lamb' with the butterfly do's And I keep it to the side on some hoes Bitch nigga my money don't fold Bitch nigga my money don't fold [Juvenile] Oh no! My money don't fold... I'm a winner If money is the root of all evil, I'm a sinner Listen up soldier boy I bend your antenna Red dot on the center of your head for my dinner I don't talk about swag... cause I show it 50 thousand dollar cash every 12 I blow it Yeah that boy hot, Lambo's in the lot What'cha know about deep sea fishin on a yacht? Lil' kids thankin showtime at the center Retarded baby it's me because I'm shittin like an enema You garbage, I'm solid I'm on these hoes like fingernail polish Fresh out of Flight School I got it on pilot You in the corner actin stupid lookin childish You got your shades on loc but you can notice me You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know... [Chorus] [Juvenile] Every day I'm the man... I pop Louis tags I probably got your whole life inside this Louis bag You know the F1, I already wrecked one Had to upscale, Lamborghini was the next one Hold your tongue son, I be on that BS I put that on everything I am U.T. yes I was in them raids, now a nigga paid And my bitch sippin more of these champagne heads Yes, I'm everywhere that they ain't broke Seen the money then I'm already at the airport I am a star boy, you look a fan like You coulda bought two but you ain't have your plan right I got my Louis' on, cool plus iron white Sunday might go out there and show 'em I'm the man like You got your shades on loc but you can notice me You actin like you don't see me but bitch I know... [Chorus] [T-Money] I said I just got paaaaaaaid! The money playin ping pong I'm ballin at the red light, feelin good like King Kong This here the theme song, hundred fifty steam on I'm dead wrong, talkin money on the phone It's baller music, baby buy you some Boy I'ma get paid no matter how you come You can't act crazy, I'ma go and get guns I tell you what, be the quick to show up punks I hit the highways boy, with CDs and tapes Might come back with X pills, and cell phones and Bapes State to state, boy we tryin to be straight Fuck that, we tryin to bake a wedding cake They just got the new Jag, God damn that's fun Well we just got the paper, God damn that's one Because my money don't fold, spend my money on hoes We about it hoe so go and get some mo' dough [Chorus w/ dub ad lib repeat]

Cheese And Dope

PROJECT PAT "Mista Don't Play"
[Project Pat] I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs nigga's stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get hurt When my turn or my time rock a what, for a dime Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here [chorus] I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo' hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy [Project Pat] You heard word what's the word but you dawgs is da low selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo' I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes, you be stinkin' wit the flies walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips, She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade [chorus 2x] You could duck from the tech, on da scaldae Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling 'sip' let's go Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool.. [chorus till end]

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