best bitch, now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time I met ya you played me out
at when I come around and spit that flow 3 in a row no tic-tac-toe Hit that dro get so blow Hold up and spit that slow Oh I'm hot (who done jump) Ya
we doin' when they drop down It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it Picture this, all of us, eatin' chips Sittin' on the porch by our house
writin' rhymes watchin' Scarface in the hot tub Whatchu wanna bet, when I pull it out? If you don't shout that every bullet'll go in and out Who you
's like a nigga at the movies, when he sittin' in it Picture seems so vivid the windows all tinted Marble flo's in it, I got doe like Bill when the chip
white When I'm on this mic, the mourn at Knight Don't wanna see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to fight When the chips are down like Ponch fallin
, this is for the heads Runnin' up in your crib Knot if you still hot in under the bed Yo, parental discretion advised, please cover your eyes Little kids, get out
I got a question fo' you hatin' ass niggaz out there, ay Why you mad at me, ay Oh, lame ass nigga, why you mad at me Sucka ass nigga, why you mad at me
't you know it So when I looked at you standing there with your hoard I was waiting in the queue looking at the board Wondering whether to have a burger or chips
s go [Joe Budden - talking behind DJ On Point] The wolves is out niggaz, uh Get 'em boy [Verse 1 - Ransom] Ain't nobody tryin to rap or play me I'll be at
raised and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a liquor store Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
giggle when ya drown men theres nothin that the law allow take it with a frown my mug shot before they took the picture had the smile man holla at me
ammo, spit like camels Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo But some still wanna holla, pop they collar Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor Linguist, lyricist out for chips
' rhymes watchin' scarface in the hot tub What you wanna bet When i pull it out If you don't shout Then every bullet will go in and out Who you besides
tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I got my hot tops