fire) them niggaz is the Tha hotboy$, tha hotboy$, (we on fire) them niggaz is the Juvenile & turk (we on fire) Lil' wayne & b.g. (we on fire) Them
Fire) Them niggaz is the tha HotBoy$, tha HotBoy$, (We On Fire) Them Niggaz is the Juvenile & Turk (We On Fire) Lil' Wayne & B.G. (We On Fire) Them
'all at, I'm a lil' tiger And I wear all black full of that fire And I puff til it's gone, boy I'mma a rider Strap up 'cuz it's on What nigga thinks
and I'll get fucked if I let em I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die And any coward try its homicide We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents
nigga, fuckin all you old niggas hoes When I come, I come with it, I don't rep Playa haters wanna kill me, march niggas, step Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I
, where the hoe mouth at You think you walkin' away from here, bitch I doubt that I got you stranded, I got you stuck out You never thought that you would
I got my name on a street up in every city And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me Look I'm feared by many loved by broads I'm livin' marvelous
diamonds, all these houses, these jews, they got niggaz trying to jack and I'm acting a fucking fool I know that everyday i gotta protect my naps I know that
folks be rattin' round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) You know them niggas got them gats round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) They got that dope up in the alley round here (Juvenile
on fire) Them niggaz is the Juvenile and Turk (We on fire) Lil' Wayne and B.G. (We on fire) Them niggaz is the (Hot, hot) We on fire Them niggaz is
I got diamonds and gold and I tote my strap Got my Reeboks and baus and I ride on platinum Hot Girls who I'm after from the UTP Wodie I got that fire
it, we could handle that no secret Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street quick Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit I got clique
block scorch Nigga I been hangin' - oh I ain't just jump off out the porch I'ma iron toter, my niggaz got me drinkin' Henne' - got my mind towed up So
up in the book, ha Juvenile got them looks, ha, but you too scared to fuck with him 'Cause he be runnin' with them crooks, ha, I'm the one, ha Stick a fork in that
, that I'm the man I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand? Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure A cold night in February, I had that
and fifty degrees Shop on that Ramp, shop in that Lio and Josephine Shop in that Nolia, that Valence Street and P S E That got some Hot Boys that represent that
shake Then I left that spot and I went to the T where the triflin' hoes play They comin' to me and they blowin' that funky fire I'm grabbin' a beer and
you see I'm smiling Back to juvenile'ing I learnt her lesson in like flint and styling All the world is neatly curled Around my littlest finger I can