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Shit S-M-O-B
shit
it
V-Town in this
Ton

I'm in deep shit
Got niggaz from another click
On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin'
What I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
Call up B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a little
bit of trouble, a out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk
into a
But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high Dodge
They in a Buick

Meet me at the fo'
Got the dough sit low
I'm on the roof the fo' fo'
Drive
What ridin'
I'm aiming for engine block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on shop
Suga baby they done up
you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these
Fuck mercy on a nigga to take mine
Mobb with the click'll happen every time

Heard some
Fireworks fully chops
Sound like they come from my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they fucked around and went to war
I know the that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the they say a nigga got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say though
Hot ones echo through the (through the getto Bitch!)

Hot ones echo the ghetto
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is niggaz better duck)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the glock goin' buck buck
I'm damn whats up
I had that that fit the script
Some of that high powered
all along I was smoking out them tricks
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way way I split them dope fiend's wigs
had me fucked up
Ph-ing on my
We pound the frowns on those ass bitches

See your be's a ridah
inside
7-4 with the do dirt crew
What they do
I ain't for the stars
or homes
I'm from the town leaving bodies down
I'm tryin' to stay real 'cause niggaz will
Put you in the cross, fuck have you halled off
I got moss the these fools in a major way
and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch them riff
Hittin on you you piss-ass niggaz
Wanna my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass
Hot ones echo through the bullets ricochet
Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the
Dope late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook
See if they stay foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook
Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo through the
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Ridin' lettin' loose hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if hollow is fired niggaz better duck)
Hot ones echo through the
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

Hot ones echo through the
Hot echo through the ghetto
Hot echo through the ghetto
(Where they echo at where they at nigga?)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this with me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
Shit is
keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
Better be out
Better sleep on the floor if you wanna
Better know about hot ones
I said you better know those hot ones
You better about those hot ones
'cause' no names when they fly