Lyrics Help (feat. B.G.) - Hot Boy$ feat. Big Tymers
(Feat.
B.G.)
What's
up
man?
These
Hot
Boy$
back
at
it
again,
ya
heard
me?
Oh
and
it's
Guerilla
Warfare
time
We
got
these
ol'
bitch
ass
niggaz
scared
Look
here
Luxury
cars
on
chrome,
I
play
that
Five
figure
bonds
on
charges,
I'd
paid
that
Ounces
of
coke
at
a
young
age,
look
I
weighed
that
My
click
done
blewed
up
you
know
haters,
they
hate
that
Come
around
me
with
a
bad
bitch,
you
know
I'mma
take
that
Put
a
chopper
in
my
hand,
and
watch
how
quick
I
sprayed
that
Drop
a
track
watch
how
quick
I
go
and
lace
that
Cash
Money
I
don't
think
y'all
niggaz
could
really
faze
that
Beef
with
me,
I
don't
think
you
ready
to
face
that
Put
money
in
front
of
me
and
watch
how
quick
I
chase
that
Nigga
give
me
the
weed
and
I'm
ready
to
blaze
that
I'mma
man
and
if
its
my
charge,
I
gotta
take
that
Mouth
off
yo
brains,
and
I'mma
have
to
waste
that
K
bullets
burn,
you
talk
and
watch
you
taste
that
I'm
so
large,
I
gotta
phone,
the
fedz
can't
trace
that
You
gotta
respect
I'mma
fool,
how
you
love
that
Hook:
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollering'
HELP
Nigga,
my
click
raw,
play
it
us
we
blow
shit
We
was
trained
for
war,
believe
we
act
a
fool
bitch
We
take
situations
fo,
we
don't
play
no
games
bitch
We
put
on
sound
to
talk
aloud,
the
kids
claim
shit
We
on
another
level
you
stuck
on
the
same
shit
CMB
came
through
now
we
done
rearranged
shit
We
got
the
game
locked
these
wannabe
soldiers
ain't
shit
Y'all
ain't
from
uptown,
can't
come
homebound
and
say
the
flow,
you
Bitch
We
don't
wear
the
suit,
we
wear
tee's,
fro's
and
reez
We
think
absolute,
got
bigettes
on
our
rollies
Y'all
know
we
drive
fine
cars,
Lexus
and
Benzes
I
don't
know
what
women
think
they
could
fuck
wit
B.G.
Not
in
a
million
years,
you
could
come
and
top
this
I
wonder
who
goin
do
my
beats,
Fresh
rock
shit
Give
him
five
or
ten
minutes,
he
goin
drop
a
hot
hit
Fuck
that
other
nigga,
them
Hot
Boy$
come
in
and
shot
shit
Hook:
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollering'
HELP
These
Hot
Boy$
on
top
trained
for
drama
No
way
you
goin
run,
try
to
hide,
we
goin
find
ya
I
you
forgot
its
my
job
to
remind
ya
We
bust
twos,
playa
haters
we
misuse
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
I
bruise
nigga
If
you
ain't
know,
Cash
Money
straight
fools
nigga
Now
Baby
got
the
tillery
duct
off
fo'
sho'
Me
and
Lil'
Weezy,
jumpin'
out
the
two
do'
Lexus
coupe
with
the
combat
boots
on
Soldier
fatigue,
ready
to
get
our
shoot
on
Niggaz
goin
bleed
You
heard
of
us,
we
murderers,
and
dangerous
Ain't
no
serving
us,
we
creep
silent
like
burglarers
We
busting
our
bang,
that's
off
top
we
trill
We
don't
fuck
with
the
lame,
we
all
real
And
we
about
our
motherfucking
change
We
do
or
die
for
life
We
represent
to
the
fullest,
and
we
ride
tonight
Hook
(2x):
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollerin'
HELP
Them
Hot
Boy$
coming
please
somebody
HELP
They
on
fire,
they
goin
burn
me
somebody
HELP
They
got
guns,
they
goin
shoot
somebody
HELP
Please
somebody
HELP
Got
these
bitch
niggaz
hollering'
HELP
(During
the
last
time
the
hook
is
said)
It's
like
that
ya
heard
me?
We
told
y'all
niggaz
need
help
right
now
We
steal
and
fuck
shit
up
ya
heard
me?
Just
like
that
man,
not
all
everybody
goin
be
Hot
Boy$
But
nigga
know
who
the
original
Hot
Boy$
is
Ya
heard
me?
It
ain't
no
secret
Them
Cash
Money
millionaires
Man
that's
the
motherfucking
real,
original
Hot
Boy$
Everybody
wanna
be
Hot
Boy$
Boy
that's
cold,
that's
sorry
Niggaz
know
they
sorry
fo'
that
too
But
it's
all
gravy
Can't
strip
em
Ya
heard
me?
We
laying
it
down
And
it
ain't
no
secret
You
need
to
get
yo'
own
shit
Damn,
why
you
have
to
run
with
our
shit
We
put
this
shit
together
We
the
originators
Yea
1 Intro
2 We On Fire
3 Respect My Mind
4 Help (feat. B.G.)
5 Ridin
6 Off tha Porch
7 Get Out tha Way
8 Clear tha Set (feat. Lil' Wayne)
9 I Feel
10 Boys at War
11 You Dig (feat. Juvenile)
12 I Need a Hot Girl (feat. Big Tymers)
13 Tuesday & Thursday
14 Bout Whatever (feat. Young Turk)
15 Sick Uncle
16 Shoot 1st
17 Too Hot
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