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	Artist: Juvenile Song Title: 400 Degreez Album: 400 Degreez
Verse 1 You see me I eat sleep st and talk rap You see that 98 Mercedes on T.V. I bought that I had some felony charges I fought that Been sent to no return but still was bought back Ns threw some slangs at me whodie I caught that I punished them lil bes before they can car jack Now I'm looking for they family and pile up the war bat If I ain't a hotboy then what do you call that N disrespect me i'ma be in all black Companied by some ns bout killin and all that Me Cory and mercy gettin dunked on Ridden top down so we let the trucks park In da Jeep ridden 4 deep I'm booted up in these ns claiming they know me (Chorus) (Robotic Voice) You don't want to fk wit me Hot, Hot, Hotboyz Hot, Hot, Hotboys(repeat 2x's) B** what I Bust yo a up Don't even go there whodie cause I'm ready to mas up I heard about the money that's some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right frame Why must a n** try I can't do the right thang Only God knows what the future might bring N might be shot, n might be triffling N might survive if he bout that right flame What's up that'll stop a n from playin' Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand damn Boy look ns don't play no games no mo N'll bust yo head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments we all need Don't call enforcements n call me I bet cha I'll get them ns off ya block I bet cha I'll show them ns this boy hot (Chorus) Alright stop it cuz I done had enough When it comes to my partners i'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck Man let me get this beef st over bro Ain't no bit this year i'm from the 'nolia bro What's yo beef plan cause it was told to us How i'm gone be runnin from these killas and backin down How i'ma look in from of my people, like a clown The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by N**s drive by and gettin loose Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use Come in compton or the watts n Up in New York ya keep'em open watch n** Foe ya played by a hit or retallion All fine young black female stallions Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion Yous far away from ya home yous a alien (Chorus)