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[Intro]
What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' b*tch ass n*ggas scared
Look here

[Verse 1]
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad b*tch, you know I'ma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all n*ggas could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that
n*gga give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
I'ma man and if it's my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the feds can't trace that
You gotta respect I'ma fool, how you love that

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollering' help
[Verse 2]
n*gga, my click raw, play it us we blow sh*t
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool b*tch
We take situations far, we don't play no games b*tch
We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray sh*t
We on another level you stuck on the same sh*t
CMB came through now we done rearranged sh*t
We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't sh*t
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come cross Valence & Magnolia
b*tch
We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez
We drink absolute, got baguettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what make you think you could f*ck wit B.G
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I wonder who goin' do my beats, Fresh rock sh*t
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit
f*ck that other n*ggas, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot sh*t

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollering' help
[Verse 3]
These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya
I you forgot it's my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a f*ck, I bruise n*gga
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools n*gga
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
n*ggas goin' bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't f*ck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherf*cking change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these b*tch n*ggas hollering' help
[Outro]
It's like that ya heard me?
We told y'all n*ggas need help right now
We steal and f*ck sh*t up ya heard me?
Just like that man, not all everybody goin' be Hot Boy$
But n*gga know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires
Man that's the motherf*cking real, original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
n*ggas know they sorry fo' that too
But it's all gravy
Can't strip 'em
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own sh*t
Damn, why you have to run with our sh*t
We put this sh*t together
We the originators
Yea Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boys