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Shit don’t stop, S-M-O-B

Smob shit

Check it

V-Town in this bitch

Studio Ton

I’m in some deep shit

Got some niggas from another click

On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin' cliff

What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em?

Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' and bake 'em

Call up cousin B on the faulty mcnaulty

«Cousin B, I’m in a little bit of trouble

Fool an' them out here tryna turn your kinfolk into a vegetable»

But I’m hecksa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge Dart

They in a Buick Skylark

Meet me at the fo', niggas

Got to go, sit real low

I’m on the roof with the fo' fo', drive slow

What they ridin'? I’m aiming for they engine block

And when they stop, I’m closing down on they shop

Suga, baby, they done fucked up

Won’t you wait in the cut while I bust and buck on these nuts

Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine

Mobb shit with the Click’ll happen every time

Heard some shots, fireworks, fully auto chops

Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot

Must be folks, they done fucked around and went to war

I know the sound, that’s my nigga B’s fo' fo'

On the scene, they say a nigga got peeled back

A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor’s Cadillac (Got eem)

A pretty sight but a nigga can’t say that though

Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the ghetto Bitch!)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(B-Legit: Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: But if hot ones is fired, niggas better duck)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)

I’m in the underbucket blastin in the cut

It’s the Glock goin' buck buck buck

I’m like 'Damn, whats up?'

I had that Glock that fit the script

Some of that high powered shit

'Cause all along I was smoking out them tricks

Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit

This way, that-a way, I split them dope fiend’s twigs

It had me fucked up

PH-ing on my Click

We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches

See your nigga B’s a rider, hops inside a

7−4 Malibu with the do-dirt crew

What they wanna do?

I ain’t shootin' for the stars, cars or homes

I’m from the town, leaving bodies face down

I try to stay real 'cause niggas they will

Put you in the cross, fuck around have you hauled off

I got moss with the these fools in a major way

Down and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch them riff raffs

Sit on the toilet when you piss-ass niggas

Wanna stop my kizash, might as well have pussy ass niggas

Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet

Push come to shove, better duck that ass down in the bathtub

Dope track late night, shit be poppin', business off the hook

See a basehead fiendin', foamin' at the mouth, better feed him rook

Niggas better be careful, just like jell-o, shit be goin' through metal

Sheetrock and stucco, hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(B-Legit: Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: Heat-seek unpredictable of hot ones)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(E-40: Three or four more hot ones up under my belly, that’s catastrophic to me)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(In the ghetto, bitch)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(Where they echo at? Where they echo at, nigga?)

Hot ones echo through the ghetto

(B-Legit, you up in this bitch with me, nigga)

(B-Legit: Fa sho' boy)

(C-L-I-C-K, everybody up in this bitch)

Shit is funky, it’s funky (Where at though, nigga?)

Ghetto

Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit (Where at, nigga?)

Ghetto

Better be bullet-proofed out (Where at, man?)

Ghetto

Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive (In the what?)

Ghetto

Better know about them hot ones (What?)

Ghetto

I said you better know about them hot ones (Where at though, boy?)

Ghetto

You better know about them hot ones (Where they fly at, though?)

Ghetto

'Cause ain’t no names when they fly (In the what?)

Ghetto

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