Hot Boys, B.G. - Help lyrics

What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' bitch ass niggas scared
Look here

Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age
Look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters
They hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch
You know I'ma take that
Put a chopper in my hand
And watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick
I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all
Niggas could really faze that beef with me
I don't think you ready to face that


Put money in front of me and
Watch how quick I chase that
Nigga give me the weed and
I'm ready to blaze that
I'ma man and if it's my charge
I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains and I'ma
Have to waste that k bullets burn
You talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone
The feds can't trace that
You gotta respect I'ma fool
How you love that

Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire
They goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollering' help

Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit
We was trained for war
Believe we act a fool bitch
We take situations far
We don't play no games bitch
We pull on side the car
Pullout the K's and spray shit
We on another level you stuck
On the same shit
CMB came through now we done rearranged shit
We got the game locked these
Wannabe soldiers ain't shit
Y'all ain't from uptown
Can't come cross Valence & Magnolia bitch
We don't wear the suit's, we wear tee's
Buads and reez we drink absolute
Got baguettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars
Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what make you think
You could fuck wit BG
Not in a million years
You could come and top this
I wonder who goin' do my beats
Fresh rock shit
Give him five or ten minutes
He goin' drop a hot hit
Fuck that other niggas
Them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit

Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire
They goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollering' help

These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin' run, try to hide
We goin' find ya
I you forgot it's my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a fuck, I bruise nigga
If you ain't know
Cash Money straight fools nigga
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
Niggas goin' bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us
We creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't fuck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherfucking change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest
And we ride tonight

Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They on fire
They goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please, somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch niggas hollering' help

It's like that ya heard me?
We told y'all niggas need help right now
We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?
Just like that man
Not all everybody goin' be Hot Boy$
But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me? It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires
Man that's the motherfucking real
Original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
Niggas know they sorry fo' that too
But, it's all gravy can't strip 'em
Ya heard me? We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own shit
Damn, why you have to run with our shit
We put this shit together we the originators
Yea Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boys