400 degreez
You see me, I eat, sleep, s**t and talk rap
You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges, I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was ball back
N**a, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that
I punished them lil' b**s before they get car jack
Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?
N**s disrespect me, I'ma be in all black
'Companied by some n**s 'bout killin' and all that
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off
Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause
In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up
(You don't want to f**k with me)
At these n**s claimin' they know me, uh?
B**h, what? I'll bust ya' ass up
Don't even go there, Whodi, 'cause I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money, that's some nice change
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain
If must a n**a try, I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
N**a, might be shot, n**a, might be tri-flamed
N**a, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame
With somethin' that'll stop a n**a from playin'
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy, look, n**a, don't play no games no mo'
N**a'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'
Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?
Don't call in the enforcements, n**a, call me
I bet'cha, I'll get them n**s off yo block
I bet'cha, I'll show them n**s, this boy hot
You don't want to f**k with me
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot
Alright stop it, 'cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Man, let me get this beef s**t over, brah
Ain't no b**s here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah
Bust yo' beef's head, is what was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown
The G-Code is what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
N**s drive by, gettin' loose
Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use
Up in Compton or the Watts, n**a
Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, n**a
Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home, you's a alien
See
You don't want to f**k with me
You don't want to f**k with me
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)
You don't want to f**k with me, with me
400 Degreez
400 Degreez
400 Degreez
