Hot steppa Make you run Run away From da gang Hot steppa Watch your mouth Hold your tongue, not my hand I’ll kill you wid this shh And this Shh And this Blank Hot steppa In your crib Take your dough And your dank Hot steppa Make you run Run away From da gang Hot steppa Watch your mouth Hold your tongue, not my hand I’ll kill you wid this shh And this Shh And this Blank Hot steppa In your crib Take your dough And your dank
Look, all my life I been fulfillin’ That’s why the galdem look at me Goku n look at you Krillin Look at you chillin’ Sharing a zoot, 8 man watching you billin’ I can’t relate to man that can’t relate to me I can’t berate a man for tryna get this P It makes the world go round Said she ain’t the type of chick that’s swayed by Ps But funny when you getting money like me even the girls go down No we don’t ca men are trash an gyal are treasure Sometimes the treasure has a rash between her feathers And sometimes the treasure’s way too active wid the fellas so the treasure turn from gold to like a semen covered relic I been on tracks with Method Questioning my certiness is either dumb or jealous You’re just hating ca a nigga young rich an over zealous But I’m really very friendly, in the flesh I’m just a bredda Until you piss me off And then I carve an O into your chest or get you got You listen to the cops them man there snitchin’ to the plod Them man there bitchin’ to the gov Them man there itching to be squad While I risk my life for a brudda no other Issa mad ting how we make ’em hide in cupboards Oooh Hot steppa so stubborn wid the 9 Tryna make a lickle violence bubble oooh
Hot steppa Make you run Run away From da gang Hot steppa Watch your mouth Hold your tongue, not my hand I’ll kill you wid this shh And this Shh And this Blank Hot steppa In your crib Take your dough And your dank
The bigger I get The more fickle a foe They morh into a bro Tell ’em abort the rigmarole I’m on it back to back to back to back Tours letting you know I be the I’m the one that spun the track and slaughtered all of the foes Yeah I get the, bag Back of the Benz, stack of the Raws Billin’ a cone Black and excellent And any expense, is covered in gold She covered it oh I shouldn’t have said that The beat under control I figure the flow Dem man there can’t spray dat Yo Meth no need to he packin’ the mac in the back of the ac I’m attackin’ a prat wid the back of my hand That’s a slap in the back of the head If he chat and he doesn’t want that it’s a fact Man couldn’t pander to that if it’s that I put a shank in the flab of the back Man need flubber to ball wid the gang I got the energy up in the flat Galdem be boppin’ then man are relaxed They tryna look cool but you know that they’re gassed Look at the way that I got ’em to clap Dab skank, act spaz Chat crap, get smacked Big man, big wap Click clack, bin bag Zig zag, jaw snap
Hot steppa Make you run Run away From da gang Hot steppa Watch your mouth Hold your tongue, not my hand I’ll kill you wid this shh And this Shh And this Blank Hot steppa In your crib Take your dough And your dank