[Intro: Nappy]
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[Hook: 6x]
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[Verse 1: IATG]
Money$Team kill your crew n***a we don't give a fuck
Money$Team real hot n***a, shoot you in the butt
N***a we got that fire, ya'll n***as got pliers
If ya'll n***as burnin rubber n***a that make us the tires
Yeah: we hotter than the sun too
We radiate ya'll n***as even with the damn sun roof
We stay flyer than a fly thing, colder than a fly ring
N***a I'm so hot, I can't even touch my things

[Verse 2: J-Franks]
Frizzy is the spawn of the sun, I'm too hot, see
You circumscribed, thick headed like a neo nazi
Skin heads gettin' sweaty with the heat Money$Team brings
Lots of Heat references, but LeBron still don't got any rings
Money$Team already blew up, the new Mount Vesuvius
Structure my rhymes so well, call me the new Vitruvius
Delirious rappers gettin' serious with the rhymes we cop
We usin' lava stepping stones, make sure we never drop

[Verse 3: Supa Dupa Jesus]
Uhh I live on the sun; I’m what makes it hot
Bitches grab my lollipop; use it to light their pot
Yeahhhh, formed Hawaiian Islands, ended that Pompeii
So hot bitches want drinks on their head: Dom-pée
Yeah fuck wasabi, this that molten rock
So fly n high, not even god could cock block
So fly, bitches earn frequent flyer miles
Keep it hot, never mild: tongue in the butt all wild

[Verse 69: iceberg]
Herman Cain ain't got nothing on me
Earnin' brain correctly: chivalry
Vesuvius down her throat - gurgle it
Ice managin like a goat - Bergevin
I'm jordan - a titanic dunker who is icy
Still hotter than NOLA in the upper nineties
I am on the books everywhere: kindles
I keep all kinds of Greens stocked up: pickles

[Outro: IATG]
Yeah n***as you already know what it is
This goes out to all my n***as in the projects
All my n***as not in the projects
My n***a iceberg, he stay on that real shit, I can feel it
To all my n***as ridin' in Maybachs
If they ain't got no car, it's motor music n***a
To all my n***as on the east side
All my n***as on the west side, you know what it is
YOu already know n***as, ya tu sabes n***as
Shout out my man Illegal weapons and Stan The muthafuckin man
Shout out RySarm and the whole Starvation movement n***as
All my n***as on the north side, south side n***as
All my n***as in the middle side, you know what it is n***as
All my n***as in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten and Long Island n***as
The world is yours n***as
My n***as all over
Shout out 3M and the Murda team, they ain't n***as though
My n***a T-Bone, my n***a Black Fog
My n***a Dirty D, my n***a UPI, my n***a Frog head
My n***a Q-Wop, my n***a H-Bomb, all my n***as
You know who you are n***as, keep it real n***as
Obey your thirst until it hurts
Obey it, don't hate it
Sendin n***as to heaven in 011
You know what it is, keepin it real
Peace out dogs