December dozens of punches give up those car keys and walk to the new year ignore these michievous motives my balance and focus get blurry when you'
call me vulnerable cause I got new ideas hoodlums I?d round them up and lock them in a cage I?m intolerable they hate these new ideas don?t like to listen
here the feds come I'm off the scene, off the block I know to bust and move when it get hot shut down the shop open up another on the other side of town
clean up man, On dangerous grounds, with the K off in my hand, Ready for me to blast I'ma clean up man Second Verse: B.G., Hot Boy, leave ya dick in
: (Earl) It's the pick of the litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official
gloves No love for these fake desperados And thugs I bleed to envy Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat
on stage, I make it hot 'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot I have the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggaz ain't got the style
fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other
word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo' shit to the club Bring yo' heat to the street Official Nast
: A human heart goes out tonight Yes a red hot love on a red stop light I see a scene so cold it echoes in blue Oh those twisting tongues they are after
roof), the roof, (the roof), the roof, (the roof) [Kray] I'll heat ya block with heat so, hot, hot, hot... [Both] The roof, (the roof), the roof, (the
as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they ammunation, but they didn't hit him, they missed him (oh shit, hot damn!) So homie ducked
hot It's a four-alarm fricasee boy this heat is killing me it's hot it's hot tonight It's duelling dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next to these other
drummin' it seems Give me your heart And I'll give you the stars "Yeah right," she says "Maybe in your dreams" Heat wave blast, Kids are screamin' Pavement's hot
, beep, beep, beep, beep" Yeah, yeah No doubt, ha [Outro: scratches] "Wake up!, Dammit! God dammit! " "Oh, I know it's hot" (oh, I know it's hot) "Yo
Bring this competition and face this meanin' Got your whole crew doing subpeonas Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
around if you strapless Real thug hide his money in his mattress See him in the club with his team never stackless Want what we got, shorty got me hot
Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen Supposing career wise I?d picked hip hop Imagine all the tip top rappers? bottom lips drop Sittin there shocked that some other bloody shit hot
