Hot Heat (feat. Bone Crusher & Backbone)

Lyrics

Yeah
 Hook
 Early morning to late night, hey!
 Gonna give it to ya', just like you like, hey!
 Lettin' the world know just what it be, hey!
 Look, shawty an' dem' lay you down with hot heat! hey!
 Forever grind on this here concrete, hey!
 You can quote every word that I speak, hey!
 Stay sharp, heavy starch in my crease, hey!
 And spit this slang like an automatic piece! hey!
 I hear em' hollerin', tell me what do he wanna do
 We finna' act a fool, youngblood, dat attic crew
 We keep it moving on these suckers in and out of town
 Caught em' slipping on that corner, lil' shawty draw down
 Swats, mean mugs and thugs
 The art of money making, murder murder, and drugs
 Hear what I say, don't play no games, it's automatic hit ya'
 They say these ladies shady baby, keep your pistol wit' cha
 Jump out four doors, let me get that there
 Partna, leave it where you standing, sucka get somewhere
 Lil' shawty shake some, lil' shawty take some
 Shoot a g, bet a g, I say I break some
 Gotta get em', split em', let this hot heat penetrate em'
 My lil' buddies drop em' on the spot, no hesitation
 Better know bout' that, we leave em' stuck like four flat
 Gear it up, you seen this here before black
 Hook
 You on your last and only way of ever living
 And it's forbidden to even mention on what your life is riskin'
 Gettin' fold, now whether you know, see you s.o.s
 Put an s on your chest, see it ain't nothin' less, unless you confess
 And go tell the rest on what is real, what is flawed
 Where you been, and who you saw, nigga naw
 We won't fall for no broad, and all because see we gonna pause
 In the night, see they gonna crawl, so listen when we hit ya'
 Comin' dead off to you f**king raw, like underdogs
 See we gonna win, never was you just a friend, from way back when
 Count to ten, now this shit is bout' to end
 So suck it in, and get a grip, make your move and make it quick
 Before you snooze, you gonna lose, dwellin' on that other shit
 Hook
 Now let me tell you how it go man, shackled like the chain gang
 Stuck off in this range, trapping, trying to snap my chain man
 Here, it's an ugly thang, I'm back on these streets again
 Own the strength (strem-ph), I'm known to limp
 Everything is against da grain
 Can't you tell, a-t-l, sack it up, make it sale
 Fat sacs keep em' coming back, now they shop with pelle pelle
 Big time playa, never scared, hill-top nigga, never fell
 Terroristic threats, shawty tell em' that this here? death or trill?
 Ain't no time, f**k around with crime, strap it up, sack up them dimes
 Chill the mo',?, billy dee dranking, everyday living fine
 Constantly stay on the grind, niggas they don't f**k with mine
 Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't f**k with mine
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Song Details

Duration
04:07
Key
6
Tempo
156 BPM

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