Hot Boys - Spin Tha Bend lyrics

Get off the block this my first
And last time tellin' bitches
Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin
Wettin bitches i'm goin back to my old self
Pullin my Chopper of the shelf
Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left
I don't play when I'm off in
Some drama you know me
It's kill or be killed when
You beefin' wit BG
And nothing less than a hundred out
The drum clearing the street
Yellow tapes and white sheets on
Yo block all week
Bitch niggas that can't take
The heat stay concealed
They know if they get caught in
The middle they won't live
Ain't no other way for me
To keep it besides real
Disrespecting my mind
No doubt you a done deal
I'ma BLOCKA, CHICKA bang, CHICK BUST
I'ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up
It's bout it when I pulled up get
Got it gone with the wind
You bet not be nowhere on the
Block when I spin tha bend

Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin'
Stoppin' up on bubblin
From one side to the other end
Hoppin' out the bubble Benz
Poppin' him and other friends
Bitches I be smotherin' niggas
Just be stutterin'
Juvenile don't run no mo' I
Been through this shit before
Spin A Bend kick in yo door
Lay it all down on the floor
Tell me something I don't no
All you bitches gotta go give me please
All of the coke or I'ma
Shoot you in yo throat
Fuck it I'ma never stop
Standin' on whateva block
Lookin' for the cheddar spot
Open up a better shop
I'ma jet when it get hot
Keep everything that I got
Damn it if I'm straight or not
I'm gone always be on top
Niggas wanna do me in
I'm here come and pursue it then
Heads I'm gone be shootin' and
You will never move again
I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
Everytime I spin tha bend they say "Oh
No it's him again"

Look, Look nothin but soldiers where I stay
Niggas dressin' in camouflage
Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas
And doin' drive-by's
Cut-throaters and snakes
Keep the murder rate high
Niggas who carry Kays ready for
War at any time killas who hit ya spot and
Don't care who be outside
People they call it hots
Sell heroin and rocks
Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops
Stay on they P's & Q's you
Bet not try and plot
Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped
50 fly at you like birds in a flock
And if you gotta crew one
By one they gone drop
And if you got that work
We closing down ya shop
My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks
Bush fades and braides no
Designs and flat-tops
From the youngest to the oldest
They nuts lettin' em drop
Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin
You off yo block nigga

Ah Ahh, What What What What
What, Ah Ahh, Ah Ahh
What What What What What
La Lah, What, What What
What What What, Listen, hot Boys Nigga
It's time to break a nigga off
And make him feel the flame
I don't no what be in tight
Sent me to kill a maan
Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
All the surgery in the world
Can't heal ya pain cause, I Spin Bends
Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's
Ready to tear a nigga shirt
And push his ribs in fill him wit hot ones
Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta
I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta
I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga
Police don't play so why do you? listen
You can run but you can't hide
I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi
Late at night I will ride maan
When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real!