Hot Ones Echo Thru The Ghetto-The Click

E-40: C-C-L-I-C-K-C-K Sh*t don't S-M-O-B Smob sh*t Check it V-Town in this b**ch Studio Ton I'm in some deep sh*t Got some niggaz from another click On that a** tryin' to run me off the f**kin' cliff What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em? Bust a b**ch on that a** and try to shake em' bake 'em Call up cousin B on the phone, all 'cuz I be in a little bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk into a vegetable But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge They in a Buick Skylark B-Legit: Meet me at the fo' niggaz Got the dough sit real low I'm on the roof with the fo' fo' Drive slow What they ridin' I'm aiming for they engine block And when they stop I'm closin' down on they shop Suga baby they done f**ked up Won't you wait in the cut While I bust and buck on these nuts F**k mercy on a ni**a tryin to take mine Mobb sh*t with the click'll happen every time D-Shot: Heard some shots Fireworks fully auto chops Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot Must be folks they done f**ked around and went to war I know the sound that's my ni**a B's fo' fo' On the scene they say a ni**a got peeled back A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's Cadillac A pretty sight but a ni**a can't say that though Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto B**ch!) Levitti Hot ones echo through the ghetto (No gat too black sent hot ones to the back) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic) Suga-T: I'm in the underbucket Blastin in the cut It's the glock goin' buck buck buck I'm like damn whats up I had that glock that fit the script Some of that high powered sh*t 'Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricks Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit This way that-a way I split them d**e fiend's wigs They had me f**ked up Ph-ing on my click We pound the frowns on those punk a** b**ches B-Legit: See your ni**a be's a ridah Hops inside 7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew What they wanna do I ain't shootin' for the stars Cars or homes I'm from the town leaving bodies face down I'm tryin' to stay real cuz niggaz they will Put you in the cross, f**k around have you halled off I got moss with the these fools in a major way Down and dirty to my death day E-40: Gotta watch them riff raffs Hittin on you when you piss-a** niggaz Wanna slap my kizz-a** Might as well have p**sy a** niggaz Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet Bush comin' sheriff better duck that a** down in the bathtub D**e track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o sh*t be goin' through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto Levitti: Hot ones echo through the ghetto (No gat too black sent hot ones to the back) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic) Hot ones echo through the ghetto Hot ones echo through the ghetto Hot ones echo through the ghetto (Where they echo at where they echo at ni**a?) Hot ones echo through the ghetto (B-Legit, you up in this b**ch with me ni**a) (Fa sho' boy) (C-L-I-C-K while...) Sh*t is funky Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit Better be bullet-proofed out Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive Better know about those hot ones I said you better know about those hot ones You better know about those hot ones Cuz' ain't no names when they fly