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Juvenile

"400 Degreez"

[Intro: Vocoder Voice]
400 degreez

[Verse 1]
Ya see me I eat sleep sh*t and talk rap
Ya seen that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that
I had some felony charges I fought that
Been sent to no return but still was brought back
n*gga threw some slangs at me whodie I caught that
I punished them lil b*tches before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
n*gga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Companied by some n*ggas bout killin' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' ducked off
Ride top down so we let the trucks park
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these n*gga claimin' they know me

[Chorus: Vocoder Voice]
You don't want to f*ck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

[Verse 2]
b*tch what I'll bust yo ass up
Don't even go there whodie cuz I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money that's some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right brain
Why must a n*gga try I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
n*gga might be shive, n*gga might be triflin'
n*gga might survive if he bout that rifling
Whats up that'll stop a n*gga from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look n*gga don't play no games no mo
n*gga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the law enforcements n*gga call me
I bet cha I'll get them n*ggas off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them n*ggas this boy hot

[Chorus: Vocoder Voice]
You don't want to f*ck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

[Verse 3]
Alright stop it cause I done had enough
When it comes to my pockets I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck
Man let me get this beef sh*t over bruh
Ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'Nolia bruh
Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my people, like a clown
Tha G code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
n*ggas drive by, gettin' loose
Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose
Come in Compton or the Watts n*gga
Up in New York ya keep' 'em open watch n*gga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion
You far away from ya home you's an alien

[Chorus: Vocoder Voice]
You don't want to f*ck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz

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