4 Minutes – Juvenile F/ Hot Boys

[B.G] Nigga thuggin it’s in my blood in my genes
all the niggas I fuck with they bling bling.
V.L. is my block, my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is bout where you get put to the test nigga.
Best be bout unloadin a tec nigga
You better protect your head to your chest nigga.
I run with the killers,guerrillas and the headbustas
I grew up wit murderers and hustlers you can’t trust em.
I been cut throat niggas for a while now
I stay the tape in the room wit ballas who got boxed.
Birds to jiggas to ki’s to bricks whatever
Click Clack I got to have it no matter.
What.. the.. situation be
I’m bout my feddi my dollars my loot my grill my green.
U.P.T 13th and C.M.B
is what I represent for life and I’m H.O.T. (nigga)

Chorus: 4 minutes left

[Juvenile] This bitch off the hook,nigga never sleep this bitch full of crooks they hunt for the weekend.
Niggas coming home tryin hit em a lick
wanna bounce for a quarter ounce up to a brick.
Them old side niggas, the new side niggas
might get loaded what they do ride niggas.
They second line but right after it’s all over
the block party is off of washington to the magnolia.
They smokin weed, They slangin d, they sellin ki’s
while bitches shakin they ass in the middle the street.
They representin, they better be in they jeep
or niggas gone get mad and wouldn’t let you eat.
To belmont, 6th street, L.D
Full of streets robbin son and T.V.
It’s on fire from the war to cars
only ignorant muthafuckas wearin camoflauge

Chorus: 3 minutes left

[Lil Wayne] Nigga step down to nasty, filthy, dirty
HollyGrove Carrollton 17th ya heard me.
Need them birdies, you should see weezy
prices cheaper than the average ki’s be.
We be thuggas, stunnaz, hustlas,
kidnapp, muthas, rape with no rubbers.
What the hell? What is that I smell
i know it’s not a dead body by the canal.
My grill platinum, necklace platinum, rolex platinum,
Hot Boys ask em.
Blunts we pass em, guns we have em,
we do not flash em unless we goin blast em.
My clothes ree’s , t’s, girbauds
4-4’s semi-automatic calicoes.
Brrrrrp reload, chic chic explode
let it be told I from Hollygrove.

Chorus: 2 minutes left

[Turk] Plenty of diamonds on my rolex
2 karats on my finger 10 round my fuckin neck
It’s a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat
got so many haters that’s why i stay strap wit my gat I bust back back.
Leave yo bitch ass flat trust that if you play with me you dressin in black that’s a fact don’t make me clique up wit Kevin and
Ran Ran ya head you lose that aint no comin back i’m tellin.
Play with me if u want people goin be smellin you
make me pop the trunk 6 niggas will carry you
people don’t have no money they can’t bury you
don’t have no insurance you be in a freezer a week or two.
You brought that issue on yo self cousin
get it how u live it nigga when it comes cousin
gun i’ma peel it nigga you can’t run cousin
gun click get hit then u get stung cousin stung cousin

[talks til music fade]

Author: admin on October 19, 2013
Category: # Song Lyrics

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