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bin jetzt da, werf' deinen Plan über Bord
Das ist HB-Rap in den Charts
Mega nice, so wie Es zu dem Ta

Nice, ja ich mag dieses Wort
Du siehst ich
wrong or if you were right
R.I.P. H.B.
in
Jetzon boys you fucking dicks
Go to HB and see who kicks
Johnny D, Clyde's, Merlin's go die
[Chorus]

I got them pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talking bout cd's
I'm talking bout HB's, a hundred pounds nigga holla at HB
Nigga I can
It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
Stay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feet
Gazer seats hold the bare floors
I faithfully hold to pimp whores
You ate with
HB
Is thinking of you, Bonnie

My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
And every night at two A.M.
I wonder why can't she lie
immer dann wenn HB im Haus ist,
Lasst die Hände oben, ich will sehen wir ihr austickt
Keiner der hier krasser war,
F, Geck und Baba Saad,
HB alle
and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
The BG (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby
on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me 
Right up in them
on fire with my HB's
Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double are
Cook a brick, flip 'em up, now I got 'em hard
And you can find me 
Right up in them
[Lil Wayne talking]
(Lets go, fuck wit me)
Weezy We nigga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga,lets go(oh, oh)
We
hell will be all blowin'
'Till I R.I.P C-M-R I be
I put it down for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H-B for real

[Chorus: x2]

All I know is the streets
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique
on fire true H.B.s 
In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds 
Its a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of cheese 
Told them haters we was goin'
Live with us H-B 
What what (echo) 

[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger 
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
Cash Money slangin nine nigga
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s
(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)

When I got that iron in
and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)
Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me
The BG (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Baby
like dat there stank 
Showin off three or four rubberband banks 
Me and HB keep a big bankroll pulled up in a Hemi wit the Lambo Doors 
Me and yo
Couple years removed from HBs
Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z
I went to Eastover before Katrina
Remember going to Magic riding in my Beemer
And this
in convertable Rolls Royce with the HB's 
Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me 
Fuckin' right nigga I raised the B.G. 

That's why I'm a hot
Jeana, Lisa, Frita
Can all just sit in the back of the Bimmer
Puffin' the lala, smokin' the reefer
HB shotgun rollin' the Keisha
I got a camera in, boo,
The HB's done hooked up with them Jim Crows, ya heard me?
And guess what, we ain't no hoes, nigga
CMR, ATL there's no tomorrow, nigga
Cash Money
to me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I'm