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Hot heat Lyrics by Youngbloodz
Hot heat by Youngbloodz
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
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
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
Count to ten, now this sh*t 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 sh*t
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
Ain?t no time, f**k around with crime, strap it up, sack up
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