with the Knicks That can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock cause we all hot You know the boys
loaded cartridge I know you feel like a target (Look here) Don't bury your head like an ostrich (Hey) He gonna get his regardless meanwhile let's hit the market (Yeah) Sitting hot
I'm still gonna murder you 'cause mob niggaz don't die We release no doubt just close are eyes and open fire Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys
holdin by my drop I'm in tha parkin lot tryna find a parkin spot My trunk popped up I dont care if its dark or not I'm ballin hot but my grill so icey
boys. free to live fresh like them Mel guy. fuck ya come wit a knife for its similar to Columbine and Free dont get down like tha white boys. He that
, my nigga Chris killed his self I pray to God, that I never feel the way he felt Where do we go when there's no help? He figured Heaven, so he went left
Knicks That can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first then we all rock 'cause we all hot You know the boys
But them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big boys? Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big boys
help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Making me hot, hot, hot, hot, yeah Making me hot, hot, hot Making me hot, hot, hot Making me hot, hot, hot Making me hot, hot, yeah Making me hot, yeah
hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, yo Sweat, sweat, sweat Hot, hot, hot You're making me hot, hot, hot, oh You're making me hot, hot, hot, oh You're making
that coochie best? On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a
stuff for my kids So, rest in peace to Little Eazy But your paper work was sleazy and the black widow was horny Baby was gettin' greedy my boys Is '
stops One of us said, "Better call up the cops" And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New
if you strapless Real thug hide his money in his mattress See him in the club with his team never stackless Want what we got, shorty got me hot It
I know what boys like I know what guys want I know what boys like I got what boys like I know what boys like I know what guys want I know what boys
to the test Try your best, I'm still winnin' Don't believe in Islam, or Christianity, what I get my religion from Oprah Winfrey Ahh, sometimes its hard to ask some help Help
t help myself Can't help me, I just can't help myself Can't help me, I just can't help myself Can't help me, I just can't help myself Can't help me,