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hot boy - spin tha bend lyrics

artist: hot boys
alb-m:let ’em burn
song: spin tha bend

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[verse 1: b.g.]
get off the block this my first and last time tellin’ b-tches
second step i spin tha bend, bussin, wettin b-tches
i’m goin back to my old self, pullin my chopper of the shelf
wackin’ you b-tches 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 b.g.
and nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
b-tch n-gg-s 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

[verse 2: juvenile]
spots i be discoverin’, n-gg-s i be trumblin’
stoppin’ up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
hoppin’ out the bubble benz, poppin’ him and other friends
b-tches i be smotherin’ n-gg-s just be stutterin’
juvenile don’t run no mo’ i been through this sh-t before
spin a bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
tell me something i don’t no, all you b-tches gotta go
give me please all of the c-ke or i’ma shoot you in yo throat
f-ck 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
d-mn it if i’m straight or not, i’m gone always be on top
n-gg-s 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”

[verse 3: turk]
-look, look-
nothin but soldiers where i stay, n-gg-s dressin’ in camouflage
real n-gg-s ’bout pullin triggas and doin’ drive-by’s
cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
n-gg-s 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
n-gg- 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 ifyou got that work we closing down ya shop
my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-

[verse 4: lil wayne]
-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 n-gg–
it’s time to break a n-gg- 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 n-gg- shirt and push his ribs in
fill him wit hot ones
run up on the blc-k wit nothin but shotguns
i’ma young n-gg-, wig splitter, head busta
i said i bust heads da da da da did i stutta
i swept and spray, ridin through my n-gg-
police don’t play so why do you? listen
you can run but you can’t hide
i come wit a gun, c-ck, aim, fi
late at night i will ride maan
when i spin a bend n-gg-s die maan, fa real!

{-beat rides out then fades-

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