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[Intro] 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 niggas scared Look here [Verse 1] 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 niggas 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 (B.G. & Turk)] Got these bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas hollering' HELP [Verse 2] Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch We take situations far, we don't play no games bitch We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray 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 cross Valence & Magnolia Bitch We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez We drink absolute, got bigettes on our rollies Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes I don't know what make you think you 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 niggas, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit [Hook (B.G. & Turk)] Got these bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas hollering' HELP [Verse 3] 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 Niggas 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) B.G. & Turk] Got these bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas hollering' HELP [Outro] It's like that ya heard me? We told y'all niggas 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 Niggas 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 Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boys