Juvenile, Hot Boys - 4 Minutes lyrics

You know we don't drop hit's, uh uh
We drop classics nigga, uh huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggas I fuck with they bling bling
VL is my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get
Put to the test nigga
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga
You better protect your head
Fuck the chest nigga i run with the killers
Guerillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and
Hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throatin niggas for a while now
I stay to tapin and whoopin
Ballers who got plots
Of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks
Whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm bout my fetti my dollars my
Loot my grip my green uPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O T
Nigga

4 minutes left!

Dis bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks
They hunt for the weak
Niggas comin home tryin to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce
Up to a brick
Them old side niggas, them new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
They second line
But right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at
Washington in Magnolia they smokin weed
They slangin D they sellin ki's
While bitches shakin they ass in
The middle of the street
You representin? It better be M-A-G
Or niggas gon' get mad and
Never let you leave
Where am I? 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and TC
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant
Motherfuckers wearin camoflauge

3 minutes left!

Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggas step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrollton, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average ki's be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
44's, semi-automatic calicos
Brrrrr, reload, chk-chk, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?

2 minutes left!

Look, look, look
Plenty of diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger
Ten around my fuckin neck
It's a must everyday that I
Keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I
Stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with
Me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click
Up with Karen and Brad-Brad
Your head, you lose that, ain't
No comin back back, i'm tellin you
Play with me your people people
Gon' be smellin you make me pop and throw
Six niggas gon' carry you
People don't have no money
They can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in
The freezer a week or two
Bought that insurin yourself cousin
Get it how you live it
Nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'mma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin
Stung cousin

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