[Hook] Hot Boys and you know how we ride out Philly Boys and you know how we ride out Hot Boys, Philly Boys bout to squad out, ride out Crash niggas hide outs (Lil Wayne) Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street (B.G.) You heard that it game now look we H-O-T We ride in wars if we beef then we playin for keeps (Lil Wayne) What you ain't found out bout us Cash Money Millionaires slash night riders (B.G.) We keep it real wit each other, we don't fuck wit outsiders Nigga if you run up on me you'll catch 50 out a chopper (Lil Wayne) Now BLUCKA!, let em burn Dump him off in a lake and have his family concerned Then run all in his house and take his money and his children (B.G.) Wodie my click balled up, do or die niggas Disagree wit us is straight suicide nigga (Lil Wayne) It's a suicide, it's a suicide Nigga act like they don't know about you and I (B.G.) Who am I? (Lil Wayne) Tha BG (B.G.) Who are you? (Lil Wayne) Lil Wheezy (B.G.) Who we be? (Lil Wayne) Tha HB'z (B.G.) Where we from? (Lil Wayne) U.P.T. (Murda Mil) These niggas neva thought they'd me tha ones that Mil'd shake down Get a few crack spots and sell that bitch straight down But when you ree up you to cut yo cake now And when you see murder you know you got to break down why'all bitch niggas thinkin life is a cut Now you stuck watchin niggas fuck yo wife in tha butt You was tha main thug up in tha club Now you tha same thug suckin tha snub Gettin back ties in yo tub I kick murder every two bars Pack two tars, when I cock I need two cars Cause I stuff a trunk like a turkey Keep a vest on that deuce deuce ain't gone hurt me When I get tha drop I'll pop while why'all sprayin wit tha calico Box full of bald heads, got why'all scared Then hit tha block for why'all bread Cause when why'all post up i'm leavin why'all dead Leavin why'all dead (Beanie Sigel) You know Mac that Philly cat wit tha official flow Tha pistol will blow, especially if yo wrist on glow Rocks in tha watch lookin like a disco show Grab tha tool-a and put it to tha back of yo madol-a Beanie Sigel dessert eagle quick to pop off ten I only carry guns that knock off limbs Give out (?) bags, lay on tha deck when I spray up yo set Who you escapin tha Tec without trace in they neck I know some dealers who be supplyin tha packs I'ma guerilla but you can catch me where the lions be at It ain't shit for me to ride out and tie up a few cats Make them show me where they hide out and their valuables at You can catch me in tha kitchen bout to break up somethin Large block, coffee pot bout to bake up somethin When I'm broke you can catch me about to shake up somethin Wit that coke for a pound that'll wake up somethin [Hook]
Written by: DEAN, KASSEEM / REESE, BARRY A.
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