hot shot Gotta unload Hot shot Gonna explode Hot shot Gotta confess Gonna be a mess Oh, baby, on your party dress Got a hot shot Baby, don't say no
seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat And if
'ma keep hittin y'all like an abusive pops [Repeat Chorus] [DJ Clue Talkin...] Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y'all gon wonder how we get it Y'all gon wonder how we did it Y
of haze. That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons. Shoot a nigga he die, public enemy number one! But this ain't no action flick, no Johny
or some'n, y'knahmsayin? With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin? Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga Niggaz ain't seen
on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or
ride wit' em', Slice up the pie wit' em', Got kicked out the group, Cuz I wasn't gon' die wit' em'. And that's how it went, (down, down) At Hot 97 we
JT] Yo, I hit the party in my t-shirt and tennis shoes They all watchin in they Hot Boys and church suits Actin tough in the club ain't gon' get you home
on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving cuz he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube or
: [The Game talking] What the fuck is all this noise? He from Cali he can't rap He ain't better than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all
ALL THEY SAW! [The Game] Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots The kings comin, no, I'm not
your clique that are be up dat shit [Gun shot] Mu'fucka dat's for yayo and Buck [Gun shot] That's for hot ride promotional truck [Gun shot] That's for
ain't about all that bullshit y'all been hearin' for the last two or three years, you know what I'm sayin'? There ain't no more motherfuckin'cheerleading
" [Mr. Mixx] YEAH, IT'S YA BOYS BACK IN THE HOUSE! WE WANT Y'ALL TO GET Y'ASSON THE MOTHERFUCKIN' DANCE FLOOR! [Brother Marquis] All you raggedy-ass hoes, GET Y
, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer, fuck all y'all niggaz If it ain't Westside nigga it ain't poppin, that's on my momma
them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
thug walkin all through yo' squad Y'all ni**az scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
