Lyrics:
And we profess like the prophets, greatness
So when you see the squad on the block
Believe that it's 'bout to be gold on a lock down
My homies
and my crew, we are too H.O.T
For any crew out there or any M.C
Rippin' up the B you want H.A.T.E
Jealousy won't get you nowhere, I'm H
crew, we are too H.O.T
For any crew out there or any M.C.
Rippin up the be you want H.A.T.E
Jealousy won`t get you nowhere, I`m H
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's
My bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually
I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking
T.H.U.G we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin it's the way I choose to live my life
T.H.U.G we be,
That's thug mentality
Choo-choo, bustas, it's a must, let me bust
Let me bust because I got to bust off of
The top of the H-E-A-D
It's a must with my nigga
Richie Rich and 2Pac
It's
Hermes
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' them birds but it used to be banks
Flippin' them tickets, it use to be stacks
Watches don't tick,
Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since
Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since
more whores on the dick
This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi
to (who want to?)
I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon)
Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)
We gotta bring it
ça rime avec sound system
Gimme the B, the H, the c, the L, the E, and Bacce too
Come and let the music play, it's the Bhale Bacce Crew
Lo :
don't bite yes or thief
see-H-I-P FU is my name, it will stay just the same
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll engage
And drop rhymes just
grown man do, let's move
[Chorus: x2]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys and girls
yeah
I'm way up
I'm 2 up, i'm 3 up
I'm way up i'm high yeah
I wait just be patient cuz one day i'm gonna be something yeah
I wake up and flex on my ex
shoulders
Gotta lotta hot cars but the drops is colder (ah)
You see V-I-P me, Kelly, Gotti, and Hov'
Drinkin' Cris' like its H-2-O
All we do is spend
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
on the ave, where all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, i'mma see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a preview
Leave you in the dust
sweatin'
Like a dog ho and I need my
H2o Ima grab yo ass and tip
You good before the night is over
See, we gone like 30 bottles
Jungle juices goin' on
Ciroc,
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
seem to fall on
I see you doing yo la thang then get yo ball on
Stuck inside a war zone, but it won't be too long
Nigga from the H I'm pouring drank
crew, we are too H.O.T
For any crew out there or any M.C.
Rippin' up the be you want H.A.T.E
Jealousy won't get you nowhere, I'm H
It's the B the O the Y-L-E
The H the E-I-G-H-T
Now add the S that's East Los Angeles
Relax Kids Mescalito bout to handle this
The B the O the Y-L-E
the world's screwed sometimes
But I care, so don't cry tonight
I'll be by your side, through a thousand miles
You'll be alright
Yeah
You'll be alright
Yeah-h
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