(feat. Bullet Proof) Fresh. Slim, Baby. Hot Boys. Hot Boys in this bitch. Check it out. [Turk:] Niggas steady getting chopped Losin they life behind
in the dead zone Fake film boys, there's more bass up in my headphones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit like I recorded
me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patty's day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey oh we with the matchin' new wear fitted White boys
like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! Close your mouth before your mouth get you into something with them detriot niggas WE DEEP! [Verse 2 Trick Trick] The godfather n
by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss
Oh, militainment, oh, militainment, oh, militainment Come on, militainment, oh, militainment This one is the hot one Militainment, ay yo, militainment
Oh, oh (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, come on (Millitainment, millitainment) Oh, this one is the hot one (Millitainment, millitainment) Aiyyo (Millitainment
Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day
Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Boys will be Boys, Bad Boys, Bad Boys Verse 2: Flow
momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man) ?Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers Play Chris Tucker, Rush all you cocksukers You way to lame I showed you game
after we get bendin' bustin there gon' be no laughter We takin' over the network, Tech N9ne is the master, master We can sing or we can bang It ain't no game
Fuck all y'all lames, I was sent to take ya fame And change the game yo, I can spit a verse But if these wack ass rappers stay in the game This shit
met R n' B You got the Birdman, Jazze an' me Ay, ay, see, I'm so icey, my life so cool So, so icey, the boys are fool Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
don't stop cause baby we keep rocking Cause baby we keep rocking This is for the radio Mr. D.J Me and the heavy rotation all damn day Mechanical boys
(SCTRACTHY) *chorus* rest in the game, it was bate who was gonna be ere? (eeee heeee) roll deep is the name n were up for awards all year (eeee heeee
They be [unverified], it's not a game, homeboy, this ain't the NFL Him just [unverified] from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve Hit the block in twin-SL's and spit
was parlaing makin deals in the rose Wayne and Manny in a hummer spit 'n' game to a bitch B.G. and Juvi in a benz bumpin hot boys this Big Tymers oh it
three, four Hot damn, summer in the city Drop looking pretty, sitting on 20's I am, Big Motorola serving the soda Crawling through the clover Hot damn, money in the city Boys
