Hot Boys - Introduction lyrics

rate me

[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