Ugly or pretty, it's still my city. Make up your mind and get in or get out! Say what you will, but get in or get out! We never thought that he would
or pretty, it's still my city. Make up your mind and get in or get out! Say what you will, but get in or get out! We never thought that he would leave
heat Walkin up 118th street Although I'm hot like stew In the back of my mind it was a bottle of brew Now a ice cold bottle would just quench my thirst Or get
be Play the game, get you a 'zil' Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out
Dave kept the criss cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out -- special delivery
you hot like lava), ain 't having it so don't bother You take it any further, I will use the problem solver H-A-Dub-K, move bitch get out the way You
mama Load it up for the drama, 4-4's pause you like a camma Hell-a heat's a must, or get your damn wig touched Mess around and get crunched, or find
I go, I ball Precisely my game tight, or for so I fall I'm the invincible, and since the top principals Lose like the Heat to them all, who got the heart
, word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo' shit to the club Bring yo' heat to the street Official Nast
food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot
left in my heat Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You niggas gon' get layed out in
wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa I'm the underground king I reside on the throne In the club wylin out
' you man! You gotta watch these niggaz, man! {DAMN! } [Chorus:] I'm PARANOID! - Bitch I can't sleep! Niggaz tryna get me; man gimme my heat! Put one
no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot
where they at, where they at [Master P] where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202
gotta eat, that's when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was empty 17 shots, and didn't nothin hot
