Hot Boy$ - Help (feat. B.G.) Lyrics
featuring 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' ***** ass niggaz scared Look here 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 ***** you know I'mma 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 niggaz 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'mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that Mouth off yo brains, and I'mma have to waste that K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that Hook: Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollering' HELP Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit We was trained for war, believe we act a fool ***** We take situations fo, we don't play no games ***** We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim 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 homebound and say the flow, you ***** We don't wear the suit, we wear tee's, fro's and reez We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes I don't know what women think they could ***** 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 ***** that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit Hook: Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollering' HELP These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya I you forgot its my job to remind ya We bust twos, playa haters we misuse I don't give a *****, 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 Niggaz 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 ***** with the lame, we all real And we about our mother*****ing change We do or die for life We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight Hook (2x): Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollerin' HELP Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP Please somebody HELP Got these ***** niggaz hollering' HELP (during the last time the hook is said) It's like that ya heard me? We told y'all niggaz need help right now We steal and ***** shit up ya heard me? Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$ But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ is Ya heard me? It ain't no secret Them Cash Money millionaires Man that's the mother*****ing real, original Hot Boy$ Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$ Boy that's cold, that's sorry Niggaz know they sorry fo' that too But it's all gravy Can't strip em Ya heard me? We laying it down And it ain't no secret You need to get yo' own shit Damn, why you have to run with our shit We put this shit together We the originators Yea
