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click – hot ones echo thru the ghetto lyrics

[e-40:]
c-c-l-i-c-k-c-k
sh-t don’t s-m-o-b
smob sh-t
check it
v-town in this b-tch
studio ton

i’m in some deep sh-t
got some n-gg-z from another click
on that -ss tryin’ to run me off the f-ckin’ cliff
what should i do, where should i go, how could i fake ’em?
bust a b-tch on that -ss and try to shake em’ bake ’em
call up cousin b on the phone, all ‘cuz i be in a little
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin’ to turn your kinfolk
into a vegetable
but i’m hexa-smart smebbin’ high performance dodge
they in a buick skylark

[b-legit:]
meet me at the fo’ n-gg-z
got the dough 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 closin’ down on they shop
suga baby they done f-cked up
won’t you wait in the cut
while i bust and buck on these nuts
f-ck mercy on a n-gg- tryin to take mine
mobb sh-t with the click’ll happen every time

[d-shot:]
heard some shots
fireworks fully auto chops
sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot
must be folks they done f-cked around and went to war
i know the sound that’s my n-gg- b’s fo’ fo’
on the scene they say a n-gg- got peeled back
a skylark wrapped around my neighbor’s cadillac
a pretty sight but a n-gg- can’t say that though
hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto b-tch!)

[levitti:]
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(no gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(ridin’ shotgun lettin’ loose hot ones)
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(but if hollow points is fired n-gg-z better duck)
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)

[suga-t:]
i’m in the underbucket
blastin in the cut
it’s the glock goin’ buck buck buck
i’m like d-mn whats up
i had that glock that fit the script
some of that high powered sh-t
‘cuz 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 wigs
they had me f-cked up
ph-ing on my click
we pound the frowns on those punk -ss b-tches

[b-legit:]
see your n-gg- be’s a ridah
hops inside
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’m tryin’ to stay real cuz n-gg-z they will
put you in the cross, f-ck around have you halled off
i got moss with the these fools in a major way
down and dirty to my death day

[e-40:]
gotta watch them riff raffs
hittin on you when you p-ss–ss n-gg-z
wanna slap my kizz–ss
might as well have p-ssy -ss n-gg-z
hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
bush comin’ sheriff better duck that -ss down in the bathtub
dope track late night should be poppin’ bein it’s off the hook
see if they stay fienden’ foamin’ at the mouth better feed them rook
n-gg-z better be careful just like jell-o sh-t be goin’
through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto

hot ones echo through the ghetto
hot ones echo through the ghetto
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(where they echo at where they echo at n-gg-?)
hot ones echo through the ghetto
(b-legit, you up in this b-tch with me n-gg-)
(fa sho’ boy)
(c-l-i-c-k while…)
sh-t is funky
better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullsh-t
better be bullet-proofed out
better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
better know about those hot ones
i said you better know about those hot ones
you better know about those hot ones
cuz’ ain’t no names when they fly

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