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Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T Fire, burning, scorching, flaming You about me gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining Play the game as you want – wined up in a trunk You better think before you do because you don't I be about me bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw Send ya to the morgue Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga [Chorus] [Juvenile] I had a little profit out the other about me hood I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours Creeping, laying the wood They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two Cause she know not what a nigga think Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank That's life though Whodie just like I thought – bitch was straight hatin' dog Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll I stopped going by my peeps house chillin' I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out I'ma either get him in or outside of his house People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard Took it to the head five times in the backyard" [Chorus] width="300" height="250" marginwidth="0"
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