We on Fire (Guerrilla Warfare Version) lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile]
Wodie

[Verse 1: Juvenile, B.G., Lil Wayne, Turk]
What kinda n*gga that be full of that 'dro, (Ha?)
What kinda n*gga freeze shop like a Eskimo?
Juvie, what kinda n*gga wanna be like me?
A n*gga that wanna go get that new Lexus jeep (Lil Wayne)
Uh-uh, what kinda n*gga got ten 'round his neck (What?)
Twenty on his wrist (Huh?) , money by the decks (Huh?)
My n*gga, what kinda n*gga that'll kick in the door
Bust your head, duck tape your ho and make her lay on the floor?
Wodie, what kinda n*gga play the cards how they dealt?
What kinda n*gga got something that he could show for his self?
Juvie, what kinda n*gga wanna be like me?
The ones that tape, don't sell, but want a check like me?
Say, dawg, what kinda n*gga be on top of the world?
Million dollar status got me on top of ya girl
Lil' daddy, what kinda n*gga be 'bout nothing but war
Hop out of the car with a K and smoke a n*gga like 'gar?

[Chorus]
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the—
[Verse 2: Juvenile, B.G., Lil Wayne, Turk]
What kinda n*gga know what doing bad is?
What kinda n*gga know what a stolen Jag is?
Check it, what kinda n*gga that be packing that iron?
A n*gga like the Hot Boys that just don't mind dying
Man, look, what kinda n*gga just dress in all black
Fitted hats, long flats, four slugs, lots of tats?
Hold up, what kinda n*gga ride twenty-inch chrome
Turning off his phone 'cause hoes don't wan' leave him alone?
What kinda n*gga know police is coming?
What kinda n*gga quarter keys be running?
Check it, what kinda n*gga got two Lex on his wrist?
What kinda n*gga that'll freak out and beat his b*tch?
Doogie, what kinda n*gga just don't give a you know?
Hit the set and shoot for one more, see 'em go
Nah, what kinda n*gga wear Reebok tennis shoes
Taking off his shirt just to show his tattoos?

[Chorus]
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), they on fire

[Verse 3: Juvenile, B.G., Lil Wayne, Turk]
What kinda n*gga know who killed his partner?
What kinda n*gga be playing it real with choppers?
Juvie, what kinda n*gga that be ready to bust
With AK assault rifles, not giving a f*ck? (Now)
What kinda n*gga ride all day on twenties
Spend cash to the last penny, sipping Cristal and Henny? (Uh)
What kinda n*gga got golds in his mouth-mouth?
What kinda n*gga got hoes that like to pout-pout? (Turkie)
What kinda n*gga make a ho slow down?
What kinda n*gga that be ready 'cause it's gon' go down?
Juvie, what kinda n*gga got change in the bank
Ten 'round his neck, five on his pinkie ring? (Yeah)
What kinda n*gga take a broad in the Benz to eat
Later on if he don't hit, she going home on feet? (Lil Wayne)
What kinda n*gga got three or four hoes?
Nah, what kinda n*gga got his hoes in control?
[Chorus]
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the—

[Verse 4: Juvenile, B.G., Lil Wayne, Turk]
What kinda n*gga got beaucoup slugs in his mouth?
What kinda n*gga got beaucoup drugs in his house? (Juvie)
What kinda n*gga smoke jo's and weed
Every day of the week wear tees, 'Bauds, and Ree's?
Wodie, what kinda n*gga just bust to hear noise?
Be riding with his boys, what boys? Hot Boys
My n*gga, what kinda n*gga that'll ride for his round
Hit the spot with fifty shots, leave brains on the ground?
What kinda n*gga be f*cking with CMR?
What kinda n*gga gotta fight until tomorrow?
What kinda n*gga that be floss for nothing?
Them Cash Money Boys, that's how we working with something (Look)
What kinda n*gga get nasty at night? (What? Look)
Why you wanna fight, man? I didn't know that was your wife (Look)
What kinda n*gga know a b*tch ain't sh*t?
Take and make his third string ho suck his di*k?

[Chorus]
The Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
[Outro]
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot— look (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot— Hot (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot— (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot— (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot— (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot— (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot— (We on fire), them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot Boys, them n*ggas is the
Hot Boys, the Hot— Hot, them n*ggas is the
Hot— Hot— Hot— Hot—
We on fire, we on fire