We Got That Hot Shit

Hey yo

Let's see these **** gummin'

Since '86 we had the streets hummin

I bet these **** never seen it coming

Every days a crisis

Seems like paying dues, is paying prices

It's time to show these **** who's the nicest with

These rap devices

We keeps nothin but the chicks up in the cypher

For ya suckers catchin this is the cypa

Rumor sneakin, rise and shine

Plus **** count cheddar

We see y'all **** bouncin kid, but yet we bounce better

On the stoop, we drinking Guiness, rollin' up the bat

Freestyle the tracks, hit the parties up and back

Money comes in stacks, I guess we movin on up now

So what's up now?

Ghetto superstars, rhymes of the foreign year

Should we be spittin and be hittin **** far and near

Basically my skills is vicious

I push a '99 Savan, while you stand around and look suspicious

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We got that hot shit

Straight from/of the block shit

And when we rock kid

We blow your spot kid

Yo I was born to be a trouble maker

That's what they said, I be in jail for gettin all this paper

Or probaly dead **** a hate ya, even chips will snake ya

A little bread will make a motherfucka turn you in

Right to the feds

Try me and watch, get knocked, I'm lyin to cops

Advance, born to bridick kept supplyin the spots

All my **** in the streets know

I'm not the one, I pack a gun and let the heat blow

It's deep though

I want my whole team to see dough

And even though we got to live with steel we heat po

We gotta get it, I do this for fun

I do this for my ones, I do this with guns

So be neutral and run

And in the process if I get knocked, fuck my pops

Give my mom and seed all I got

My loyalty is all I got from my family

To hold it down and represent, it's just the man in me

You feel me?

Chorus 3X