hot ones to the back) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Hollow point
pitches hoe truster I'm not No bitch before the crew that's what we say up in our click Cold day in fuckin' hell for this 4-1-5 shit [HOOK:] Cold day in hell, these
institution. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What
t use it, Now these niggas wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it, Pay your dues nigga that's what, Rodney told me, If a nigga cross my family, his life is what
ripping these lames fuck this With your wack I need to get in the game punches Pollutin' these faggots put two in these rappers The emcee Spielberg when I'm shootin' these
Chorus: Layzie] Said if these niggas try to trip, they bout to get tossed Gon' and tell 'em bout the gunline boss Said if these niggas (nigga) talkin' (
heard on Clue was the truth It's like who want what what ever Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked together At gun point gettin stuck together
exists, bitch [Chorus] [Cashmere] What up, it's Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellow We in hoods like the jam in '86, hello You know what that means?
in a ditch Damn, now the fuckin water's gettin hot Homie after homie after homie's gettin shot And niggaz are over lookin for joints to light 357 with them hollow point
if Luke coulda broke out Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in The breeze, ain't spittin' cheese What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the
out I blow his brains out Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out [Verse One] Two of my hommies got killed From the hollow point tips Cepts it looks like hell Three point
this beam Yeah I told you hoes, about fucking round with a G I'm from the gutter, but the bayou where you will get found With one hollow point in your
no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail Rather die makin' it happen than to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz
ma be out but I'ma try to live I'm eatin day by day, aint nothin sweet about it Act like you don't know what I'm sayin then you read about it Built for
[Verse 1] Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue Mean
Day nigga get up off snooze [snoring noise] Don't make me put your gangsta on the 6 o'clock news You ride in a what (what's up), don't get it fucked up
you need full clips to push up in the joint when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
(feat. Paul Cain) [Intro - Fabolous] Uh, you think I give a fuck about what these niggas say man They even talked about Jesus [Fabolous] I ain't mad