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How you love this Playboy? This one here bezzled out With the Hot Boys and the Tear Da Club Up Thugs Nigga like this Ridin' on twenties, Memphis and New Orleans We gonna show you how we do this Y'all know the motherfuckin' score, bitch Y'all boys, y'all boys, ain't ready for this Hot Boys, Hot Boys gunnin' with the Three 6 40 Cal in my draws, runnin' from them laws A clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall I'm certainly hittin' corners, hittin' gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight Leapin' tall buildings in a single bounce, feelin' ceiling lights Hear me this, if I go, I better go in style But in Tennessee, another bugged out nigga stunts Fuckin' with me, huh? You fuckin' with the wrong one That fire spit from my K have your wig cooked when I'm done Now hold up B-Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot? Is it enough for me to go, shoot up them, drug spot? Lil' killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin' up a nigga, cheezay Get 'em out and shut that bitch down Huh, well, let's ride, nigga We gettin' high, realize they all die, nigga Them Hot Boys started ridin' We gonna fire, nigga, wet 'em real good Wave your hand rid a bye, bye, bye, nigga Shut down they hood and shoot they streets on both sides, nigga We the Hot B. lighters, ridin' at nighters in two red Vipers They gonna expect two snipers splittin' heads like this Puttin' they clique in a blender bustin' gats like this Full of that danger in all black like this And if a nigga want some more then we be back like this What? Sosate, Lord, 'cause the war competors come on irregular Intruders face these barracudas, hunt you nigga predators Double barrel bust, that warned them, now they surely scared of us Seriously, we party, stay out the streets or face the territory Cowards of the hour, sickened by my tower, flower power Shower and devour, face the boom, boom, boom, power Tear Da Club Up Thugs, kickin' it with the Hot Boys 'Cause our weapons weigh a ton and we came to bring the noise Bitch I'll wet a nigga, block for anything, me and my Hot Boy clique Quick to dress in all black and drop a nigga like shit Two time on a thug nigga, 'bout it since my younger days Been pullin' triggers, been runnin' thru the hallways Playin' it raw, sparkin' at anytime Any place, anywhere with my fuckin' 9 I got an army of niggas with automatic gats 'Bout splittin', head ass niggas Craig, Ron and Randy Hot Boys and Three 6, they teamed up realer Wanna start beef, it's a must, we freeze it up, realer Real clangly trigger and you a nigga, now who did it? Motherfucker, no stomach, they too scary to admit it Rear view mirror fucked up, so I can't see when they coming Yesterday I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman I told the lady, "Look I'm sorry, miss, I knew I was wrong But you came so fuckin' close to me, I thought it was on That's why my partners is gone, they done seen an evil approaching And a nigga got 'em, if it was me, I would have smoked him Let's stop all this nonsense 'cause they couldn't catch Lil Duane Y'all motherfuckers think a syringe in this man Shit if hammers in tap ons, don't even worry 'bout it thugsta Left 'em in the garbage expectin' they'll find an inner city, youngsta I'm an all around hustla, get paid in many ways Knew a Dre to get played, had a connection with Yah Once before I went in a house and killed four Hit the nigga for dirty hoes that he kept under the floor Now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin' them Burbs Niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd It's the Juice comin' up out the dark from apart North Memphis niggas always heart and we start Shit with these motherfuckin' haters, we ain't no traders Bustin' hustlas and some G's chasers about that paper Pass that weed if you a friend of me Usually punk tricks kill a fifth of Hennesey And get bucked wild in the club, that's how we be All you gang niggas Throw them thangs and show them teeth, it's on Niggas be sizin', niggas ridin', I'll sign on niggas But I'll die for a few niggas Suga Slim, Manny and my Hot Boy Clique Never forget my B.G. 'Cause I know he'll kill a nigga more for me, bitch But today I'm with Three 6 and I'm showin' love Where these Tennessee hoe suck dick till they see blood Wearin' my black glove in case I gotta bust a niggas head, 'cuz Niggas buyin' Bentlies on dubs, TV's with VC's is a must Automatic strap plus and keep my soldiers On my feet no matter what Juve got four and B.G. got ten While my thirty-two golds, nigga, we all in Turk got the red beam team, double R Rolls Royce showin' love Went to Miami and bought a Lamborgini on dubs Niggas ridin' buttons to show these hoes we worth somethin' And my baby, momma, the bitch play too many games Said she was takin' pills Now she pregnant again, but it's all gravy, baby And my children gonna be strapped, if I'm blind, deaf or crazy, baby Playboy, you can believe that How you love it now Playboy? Manny Fresh on the motherfuckin' tracks, boy Yo, yo, yo, Hypnotized, motherfuckin' Mindz productions Up in here, you heard me? Hot Boys with Three motherfuckin' 6 bitch |