400 Degreez - Juvenile

Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap

Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that

I had some felony charges I fought that

Been sent to no return but still was brought back

Nigga threw some slangs at me whodie I caught that

I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack

Now I’m lookin for they family and pile up the war bat

If I ain’t a hot boy then what do you call that

Nigga disrespect me I’mma be in all black

Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that

Me Cory and Mercy gettin' ducked off

Ride top down so we let the trucks park

In the jeep ridin' four deep

I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me

You don’t want to fuck wit me

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Bitch what I’ll bust yo ass up

Don’t even go there whodie cuz I’m ready to mask up

I heard about the money that’s some nice change

For the right price I’ll bust the right brain

Why must a nigga try I can’t do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

Nigga might be shive, nigga might be triflin'

Nigga might survive if he bout that rifling

Whats up that’ll stop a nigga from playin'

Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy look nigga don’t play no games no mo

Nigga’ll bust ya head if you bang his ho

Attitude adjustments we all need

Don’t call the law enforcements nigga call me

I bet cha I’ll get them niggas off yo block

I bet cha I’ll show them niggas this boy hot

You don’t want to fuck wit me

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Alright stop it cause I done had enough

When it comes to my pockets I’m ready to bust

Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck

Man let me get this beef shit over bruh

Ain’t no bit this year I’m from the 'Nolia bruh

Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us

How I’ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down

How I’ma look in front of my people, like a clown

Tha G code what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

Niggas drive by, gettin' loose

Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose

Come in Compton or the Watts nigga

Up in New York ya keep' 'em open watch nigga

Foe ya played by a hit or retalion

All fine young black females stallions

Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home you’s an alien

You don’t want to fuck wit me

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz