[CHORUS x2]

Anytime you come to New York City

click, click

Juvey money, give me your shit

click, click

Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed

All y'all niggas gonna die word born



[Ms. Cali]

I'm an east coast bitch

Pull, cock, spit

Hot boys shit

Straight, run your shit

Bling, bling

Yeah i want the rolex and chains

Medallions and rings

Bracelets and earrings

Comin' up north

Stuntin', niggas we gunnin'

Hit y'all for somethin'

Hit y'all for frontin'

Bitch cat mark from the blocks where i be at

Juvenile'll get slapped

Bet u understand that

B.G., I got you

Dope needle pop you

Stompin' with big dogs

Lil' Wayne wrong game

Hop turn south

My click still rocks



Eat your face New York Style, you'll get it in streets

New getty the streets

Beat your head to a break beat

Fuck B.G.

I'll merk Juvenile

Lil' Wayne, you still a child

Stay in your place,

Fo' i empty in you face

You bitch cats get mashed out, catch you in my city

Don't check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50

Ear to ear

Bring yo monkey ass up here

B.G., them lips, hammers pushed through your shit

Up against the wall, bling, comin' off your wrist

Face that wall, where yo chopper now bitch

Runnin' now trick, it's New York City

We don't play fair nigga, we get gritty

Fuck New York ha

Slick talk ha

Quick talk ha

We gone fuck you ha

Y'all been played out

Lungs hanging out

Eyes open war

you gone die in New York



[chorus x2]



What kinda boy put a glock in your head

What kinda boy make sure you dead (wodie)

What kinda boy take it off your wrist

Shove the fifth through your lips

Slap the shit out yo chick (wodie)

What kinda boy run New York with thugs

See them Hotboy niggas fill 'em up with slugs (wodie)

What kinda boy run with cats in the south

See Juvenile and Wayne, put the gat in they mouth (wodie)

What kinda boy can't respect B.G.

With them big ass lips, how that nigga gone speak (wodie)

What kinda nigga wild out in the club

Signing Hotboy shows, just to stick 'um up (wodie)

We don't like y'all niggas for real

We catch you in New York, click click you deals (wodie)

What kinda boy catch Wayne on my girl

Put the heat into his braids, give that nigga the curl

Boy you got that watch on

Gat you up

Boy you got that ice on

Gat you up

You got a 30 mil' deal huh

Gat you up

You don't know about the real huh

Gat you up



My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)

My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)

My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)

My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)

My glock is hot



[chorus x2]



Wild Boyz run up in your studio bitch

Let me catch you in New York on some hot boy shit

I'ma murder you, y'all niggas can't come up here

We got niggas in the hoop, that make y'all disappear

It's war son, beef, I'ma burn your flesh

Since y'all wanna be hot, we gone burn you to death

Juv, you think its sweet, since the hot bullshit

We gone cool you nigga, on some gun bust shit

We gone rock you nigga, on some N.Y. shit

Let us out, but y'all niggas can't come and chill

If we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill

Nigga U Understand that, clack up, done deal

Break y'all crack, corny nigga for this here

Y'all set it off, get your city, come up here

Bury y'all niggas, hands tied, butt fucked

The block hot Wayne, show yo young ass the pain

Catch yo potnas shit, word to mind it''ll bang

All y'all cowards, gun lead showers

Got a bitch with a dick, face fuck y'all for hours



[chorus x2]



[Talking]

Look y'all cats is assed.  Y'all niggas can't rhyme.

How you gone settle on my click.

You can't come to New York, no more.  We see you it's on.

You can't come to Brooklyn,

we'll rob you and send yo ass back in a box.

You can't come to the Bronx,

we'll stomp you the fuck out, muthafucka.

Any one of the bubbles, y'all barred.

You barred from the capital of the world, muthafucka.

We catch you in Jersey, we gone gang up on you niggas,

take your cars and break your jaws.

It's over, see let's get um.

Wild Boyz lock this.  My click in the south, we gone air y'all out.

New York, Jersey, Connecticut,

y'all niggas is disconnected from here.  Holla back.

Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G.,

and the rest of y'all non-rappin' ass niggas.

We gone fuck over all y'all.

Y'all ain't Cash Money, y'all crash dummies.

That's my word, Wild Boyz, east and south connection.

Rest of you muthafuckas stay out my muthfuckin' business,

you heard me.  What, what up, Wild Boyz



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....my glock is hot

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....N-Y-C is hot

....New Jersey's hot

....Connecticut is hot

....So whatcha got

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