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[Intro: B.G.] What's up man? These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me? Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time We got these ol' bitch ass niggas scared Look here [Verse 1: B.G.] Luxury cars on chrome, I play that Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'ma take that Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that Cash Money I don't think y'all niggas could really faze that Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that Nigga give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that I'ma man and if it's my charge, I gotta take that Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that I'm so large, I gotta phone, the feds can't trace that You gotta respect I'ma fool, how you love that? [Chorus: B.G. & Turk] Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" [Verse 2: B.G.] Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch We take situations far, we don't play no games bitch We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray shit We on another level you stuck on the same shit CMB came through now we done rearranged shit We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't shit Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come up Valence & Magnolia, bitch We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez We drink absolute, got baguettes on our rollies Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes I don't know what make you think you could fuck wit B.G Not in a million years, you could come and top this I wonder who goin' do my beats, Fresh rock shit Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit Fuck that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit [Chorus: B.G. & Turk] Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" [Verse 3: B.G.] These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya I you forgot it's my job to remind ya We bust twos, playa haters we misuse I don't give a fuck, I bruise nigga If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools nigga Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho' Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do' Lexus coupe with the combat boots on Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on Niggas goin' bleed You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers We busting our bang, that's off top we trill We don't fuck with the lame, we all real And we about our motherfucking change We do or die for life We represent to the fullest, and we ride at night [Chorus: B.G. & Turk] Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" "Them Hot Boy$ coming, please, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They on fire, they gon' burn me, somebody" "Helllllllp" "They got guns, they gon' shoot, somebody" "Helllllllp" "Please, somebody" "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas hollin' "Helllllllp" Got them bitch niggas screamin' [Outro: B.G.] It's like that, ya heard me? These ol' bitch ass niggas need help right now They scared, man, we don' fucked shit up, ya heard me? Just like that, man, now everybody wan' be Hot Boy$ But niggas know who the original Hot Boy$ is Ya heard me? It ain't no secret Them Cash Money millionaires, man, that's the motherfuckin' real, original, Hot Boy$ Everybody wan' be Hot Boy$ Boy that's cold, that's sorry Niggas know they sorry for that too But it's all gravy Ain't trippin', ya heard me? We layin' it down And it ain't no secret You need to get your own shit, man, how you gon' try to run with our shit? We-we put this shit together We the originators Yeah Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy$