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400 Degreez

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400 degreezYou see me, I eat, sleep, shit 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 backNigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that

I punished them lil' bitches 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?Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black

'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that

Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off

Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pauseIn the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up

(You don't want to fuck with me)

At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?Bitch, 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 brainIf must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed

Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flameWith somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin'

Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy, look, nigga, don't play no games no mo'

Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?

Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me

I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block

I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hotYou don't want to fuck with me

Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot

Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hotAlright 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 shit over, brahAin't no bitches 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 clownThe G-Code is what we live by and we die by

The book is what we will never abide by

Niggas drive by, gettin' loose

Beefin' with each other like a checker board in useUp in Compton or the Watts, nigga

Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga

Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion

All fine young black females stallionsGive me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion

You far away from ya home, you's a alienSee

You don't want to fuck with me

You don't want to fuck with me

(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)

(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)

You don't want to fuck with me, with me400 Degreez

400 Degreez

400 Degreez

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