Hot One lyrics

by

​The D.O.C.


Call up Hillary, bring the artillery
f*ck that b*tch, four-four said use me
Sitting in my [?] staring at the walls
Punk motherf*ckers trying to take me under

[Verse 1: Flipside]
Feel like my life is coming to an end, G
I'm on the run with all eyes against me
I trust no n*gga I trust no b*tch I trust nobody
I put my trust in my gun and my mommy
Forever Flip, been living on the f*cking edge
I gives a f*ck, motherf*ckers I'mma sport my red
You f*ck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
By blowing your head off with this f*cking shotgun
I'm 25 with a gang of pride
My name is Flipside, journey with a n*gga to the other side
Where you can't blame sh*t on society
They blame it on the n*gga that's inside me
I've chosen never to lose and my only rule
Is never let a n*gga make me look like a fool
You catch me slipping n*gga I won't b*tch or cry
I'm do or die motherf*cker do or die

[Chorus: Flipside]
You f*ck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

[Verse 2: Bus Stop]
I ain't never had no problem with a street battle
Cause I'll be moving these motherf*ckers like a herd of cattle
And I know I'm getting close to my execution
I'm about to lose my life in this ghetto institution
It's either me or that n*gga that's out to get me
So f*ck it, I'm taking his whole f*cking family
Every time I look, these n*ggas trying to stop me
I got the Tec-9 one of the smokers came and bought me
I had to lay those n*ggas down in front of [?] right
They had gats but weren't ready for no gun fight
I think of murder and nothing but a bloody murda
I catch you slipping motherf*cker I'mma serve ya
I called Low to let him know the war's on
You want static motherf*cker we gon' bring it on

[Chorus]
You f*ck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

[Phone ringing]
(Hello?)
Low, Low
(Wassup n*gga?)
I just seen some of these n*ggas man
(What n*ggas man?)
Low, check it out man
(Wassup n*gga, where you at?)
Meet me in front of [?] in about 5 minutes man
(Man I'll be right there, me and Flip is on our way n*gga)

[Verse 3: LowMB]
It ain't no faking, I'll kill you for my posse
So when it's on they don't hesitate to call me
The phone rings, I grab the line, it's the Bus Stop
He's having static, I grab my gauge and my 2 Glocks
I called Flip and told him meet me on Central
Behind [?] I'm in that red and black rental
These motherf*ckers tried to put our n*gga in a cross
It's time to hit they ass and have they hood taped off
With yellow tape, cops and loud sirens
I'm coming through, Flip coming too, we started firin'
We started gunning, kept gunning, n*ggas catching slugs
I gives a f*ck because I love to see the sight of blood
I'm taking n*ggas out little by little
It's straight to the morgue, ain't no motherf*cking hospital, n*gga

[Chorus]
You f*ck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

You f*ck with Bone and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with Tone and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with Ron G and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

f*ck with the projects and we gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with Watts and we gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with Death Row and we gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

You f*ck with Low and he gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one
You f*ck with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one
(And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun)

f*ck with the Bottom and we gon' catch a hot one
We pulled up, we all had shotguns
They tried to break, I say hey Low I got the fat one
(And they couldn't dodge, the shell from the shotgun)

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