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Youngbloodz F/ Backbone, Bone Crusher Miscellaneous Hot Heat 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, its 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 its 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 fucking 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, its 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, fuck 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 fuck with mine Hit em' hard, one hit caught, the other two times can't fuck with mine hook |
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