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The Hot Boys (often styled as Hot Boy$) are an American hip hop group formed in New Orleans, Louisiana, in 1997. The group is made up of B.G., Lil Wayne, Juvenile and Turk. The group was originally formed in 1997, and released their debut recording studio LP Get It How U Live! the same year on then-independent label Cash Money to local success, selling 400,000 copies primarily in the south. They followed up with 1999's Guerrilla Warfare, the group's most commercially successful album to date, selling 142,000 copies in its first week and debuting at #5 on the Billboard 200. The album was certified Platinum on November 1, 1999, by the RIAA. The group disbanded in 2001 when Juvenile, Turk, and B.G. left Cash Money, citing financial mismanagement, leaving Lil Way… more »

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2000

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Come on, come on 
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on 
I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks 
Niggas that's 'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark 
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas 
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas 
How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it 
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head 
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin 
Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin 
They dressin' in black, prepared for combat 
Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks 
Not givin' a f*ck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust 
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck 
You're stuck like chuck, wodie, you're assed out 
That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth 
Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) 
Look here: I leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) 
No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga) 
Fled the scene, so you have no case, my nigga-,case, my nigga 
Look here: you can play if you wanna get down 
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found 

[Chorus]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha') 
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up 

I was wrong for a lot of shit that I'ma take to my grave 
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave 
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef 
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me, "Juvenile, stay off them streets." 
I can't help, I draw attention, they be fuckin' with me 
I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets 
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "F*ck the police!" 
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east 
Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself 
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health 
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck 
My life is four hundred degrees, so I bust 'em up 
Still stickin' to the g-code, Ree's, and B's 
Quit drinkin', but I will smoke some weed indeed 
All they understand is my project English 
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis 

[Repeat: x4]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 

I run the streets 'cause I'm real if it's daylight or dark 
You a killer, nigga? (Eah?) Ain't no fear in my heart 
I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war 
I'll even go K for K with ya, now make your choice 
Better know when I'm in beef that I be creepin', nigga 
Better know that I'm a snake, and I'ma sneak ya, nigga 
Each time I hit the corner, I be leavin' niggas 
Momma upset, can't even go on and grievin', nigga 
Nothin' change, I'm on TV, I don't play with you niggas 
Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas 
And empty a hundred out that K 
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me 
I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout 
So many murders under my belt, I done lost count 
If you wanna be another number, my nigga 
Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga 

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (Wha') 
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 

Hello, world 
I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop Porsche Boxter 
Young mobster, wild and obnoxious 
Pop some in your dreadlocks, What? Me not no rookie, boy 
Glock cookin', boy 
I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy 
Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' 
Spark or lace somethin' 
Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' 
Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call America 
And in my hood the laws are scared of us, we are too terrible 
If I live to be old, it's a miracle 
'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical 
That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo 
Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you 
Don't blame me, society changed me 
You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar 
Cut off lights, we masked riders 
The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake 
With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch 

We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (ooh!) 
(Did you see that?) 
We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
(Did you see that?) 
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Boy, look, 
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 
Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!) 
Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooh!) 

Nigga, we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me 
We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' 
And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$, nigga 
Let 'em burn, nigga 
Let 'em burn, nigga 
B.Geezy, Lil Wheezy, Juvy, Two Tymer

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