作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ...
Artist: Hot
Boys Album:
Let 'Em Burn
Song: Spin
Tha Bend niggas send corrections to the typist
Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches
Second step
I Spin Tha
Bend, Bussin, wetting bitches
I'm goin back to my old self,
Pullin my
Chopper of the shelf
Wacking you bitches until it's no one left
I don't play when
I'm off in some drama you know me
It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit
B.G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
Dumb bitches that can't take the heat stay concealed
They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live
Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real
Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal
I'ma BLOCK
A, CHICKA
BANG, CHIC
K BUST I'ma
BOOM, chicka
RAT, TAT,
TAT ya home up
It's bout it when
I pulled up get got it gone with the wind
You bet not be nowhere on the block when
I spin tha bend
Spots I be discovering, bitches
I be trumblin'
Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
Hoppin' out the bubble
Benz, poppin' him and other friends
Bitches I be smothering, bitches just be stuttering
Juvenile don't run no mo'
I been through this shit before
Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
Tell me something
I don't no,
All you bitches gotta go
Give me please all of the coke or
I'ma shoot you in yo throat
**** it I'ma never stop, standing on whatever block
Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop
I'ma jet when it get hot,
Keep everything that
I got Damn it if
I'm straight or not,
I'm gone always be on top
Bitches wanna do me in,
I'm here come and pursue it then
Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again
I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
Everytime
I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again" *
Look, Look*
Nothin but soldiers where
I stay, bitches dressing in camouflage
Real niggas 'bout pulling triggers and doing drive-by's
Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
Niggas who carry
Kays ready for war at any time
Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside
People they call it hots sell ****** and rocks
Hallways &
Cuts, stay duckin them cops
Stay on they
P's & Q's you bet not try and plot
Bitch if you do believe you gone get chopped 50 fly at you like birds in a flock
And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop
And if you got that work we closing down ya shop
My niggas be thugged out,
Jabows and
Reeboks Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops
From the youngest to the oldest, they **** letting em drop
Spin your Bend like a dryer taking you off your block bitch
Ah Ahh, What
What What
What What,
Ah Ahh, Ah
Ahh, What
What What
What What
La Lah, What,
What What
What What
What, Listen,
Hot Boys niggas
It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame
I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan
Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain
Cause I Spin
Bends, Lil'
Weezy hoppin' out first wit two
M-10's Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in
Fill him wit hot ones
Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
I'm a young nigga, wig splitter, head buster
I said I bust heads
DA DA DA D
A Did I stutta
I swept and spray, riding through my nigga
Police don't play so why do you? listen
You can run but you can't hide
I come with a gun, bitch, aim, fire
Late at night
I will ride maan
When I spin a Bend niggas die man,
Fa Real! {"{"}*beat rides out then fades*}
作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ...
Artist: Hot
Boys Album:
Let 'Em Burn
Song: Spin
Tha Bend niggas send corrections to the typist [Verse 1: B.G.]
Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches
Second step
I Spin Tha
Bend, Bussin, wetting bitches
I'm goin back to my old self,
Pullin my
Chopper of the shelf
Wacking you bitches until it's no one left
I don't play when
I'm off in some drama you know me
It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit
B.G. And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
Dumb bitches that can't take the heat stay concealed
They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live
Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real
Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal
I'ma BLOCK
A, CHICKA
BANG, CHIC
K BUST I'ma
BOOM, chicka
RAT, TAT,
TAT ya home up
It's bout it when
I pulled up get got it gone with the wind
You bet not be nowhere on the block when
I spin tha bend [Verse 2: Juvenile]
Spots I be discovering, bitches
I be trumblin'
Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
Hoppin' out the bubble
Benz, poppin' him and other friends
Bitches I be smothering, bitches just be stuttering
Juvenile don't run no mo'
I been through this shit before
Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
Tell me something
I don't no,
All you bitches gotta go
Give me please all of the coke or
I'ma shoot you in yo throat
**** it I'ma never stop, standing on whatever block
Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop
I'ma jet when it get hot,
Keep everything that
I got Damn it if
I'm straight or not,
I'm gone always be on top
Bitches wanna do me in,
I'm here come and pursue it then
Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again
I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
Everytime
I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again" [Verse 3: Turk] *
Look, Look*
Nothin but soldiers where
I stay, bitches dressing in camouflage
Real niggas 'bout pulling triggers and doing drive-by's
Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
Niggas who carry
Kays ready for war at any time
Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside
People they call it hots sell ****** and rocks
Hallways &
Cuts, stay duckin them cops
Stay on they
P's & Q's you bet not try and plot
Bitch if you do believe you gone get chopped 50 fly at you like birds in a flock
And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop
And if you got that work we closing down ya shop
My niggas be thugged out,
Jabows and
Reeboks Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops
From the youngest to the oldest, they **** letting em drop
Spin your Bend like a dryer taking you off your block bitch [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Ah Ahh, What
What What
What What,
Ah Ahh, Ah
Ahh, What
What What
What What
La Lah, What,
What What
What What
What, Listen,
Hot Boys niggas
It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame
I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan
Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain
Cause I Spin
Bends, Lil'
Weezy hoppin' out first wit two
M-10's Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in
Fill him wit hot ones
Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
I'm a young nigga, wig splitter, head buster
I said I bust heads
DA DA DA D
A Did I stutta
I swept and spray, riding through my nigga
Police don't play so why do you? listen
You can run but you can't hide
I come with a gun, bitch, aim, fire
Late at night
I will ride maan
When I spin a Bend niggas die man,
Fa Real! {"{"}*beat rides out then fades*}