[Intro]
What's up man?
These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?
Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time
We got these ol' bitch ass n***as scared
Look here

[Verse 1]
Luxury cars on chrome, I play that
Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that
Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that
My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that
Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'ma take that
Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that
Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that
Cash Money I don't think y'all n***as could really faze that
Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that
Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that
N***a give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
I'ma man and if it's my charge, I gotta take that
Mouth off yo brains and I'ma have to waste that
K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
I'm so large, I gotta phone, the feds can't trace that
You gotta respect I'ma fool, how you love that

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollering' help
[Verse 2]
N***a, my click raw, play it us we blow shit
We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch
We take situations far, we don't play no games bitch
We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray shit
We on another level you stuck on the same shit
CMB came through now we done rearranged shit
We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't shit
Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come cross Valence & Magnolia
Bitch
We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez
We drink absolute, got baguettes on our rollies
Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
I don't know what make you think you could fuck wit B.G
Not in a million years, you could come and top this
I wonder who goin' do my beats, Fresh rock shit
Give him five or ten minutes, he goin' drop a hot hit
Fuck that other n***as, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollering' help
[Verse 3]
These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
No way you goin' run, try to hide, we goin' find ya
I you forgot it's my job to remind ya
We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
I don't give a fuck, I bruise n***a
If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools n***a
Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'
Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'
Lexus coupe with the combat boots on
Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on
N***as goin' bleed
You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous
Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers
We busting our bang, that's off top we trill
We don't fuck with the lame, we all real
And we about our motherfucking change
We do or die for life
We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight

[Chorus: B.G. & Turk]
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They on fire, they goin' burn me somebody help
They got guns, they goin' shoot somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollerin', "Help"
Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody help
They got guns, they goin shoot somebody help
They on fire, they goin burn me somebody help
Please somebody help
Got these bitch n***as hollering' help
[Outro]
It's like that ya heard me?
We told y'all n***as need help right now
We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?
Just like that man, not all everybody goin' be Hot Boy$
But n***a know who the original Hot Boy$ is
Ya heard me?
It ain't no secret
Them Cash Money millionaires
Man that's the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$
Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$
Boy that's cold, that's sorry
N***as know they sorry fo' that too
But it's all gravy
Can't strip 'em
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own shit
Damn, why you have to run with our shit
We put this shit together
We the originators
Yea Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boys