Hot Boys

Hot Boys - Take It Off Your Shoulder songtekst

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[Juvenile]

I bust you in your motherfuckin mouth for talkin

The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin

Hope you got your boys and you straped tight

Cuz this bout to be some shit you won't like

Picture this, a fome hot, to your dome hot

I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound

You found a nigga that you though was a hoe

He's probably from your family, you married the most

Who's the B, whats the beef, my lady she's pregnant

She's already 5 months, so we lookin at oh 3

My baby bout to touch down, man I can't do this with a frown

Bustin that niggas dick over my pops corner

All my people are probably wondering whats going on

Playin a chess game, gotta keep my eye on this mate

All the way from Adam and Eve, not fuckin Steve



[Chorus:]

I take It off your shoulder

Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia

You better do what I told ya

Unless you want to get fuck over



[Juvenile]

Watch yourself, it's getting bad and dangerous

We makin niggas so it's scared to hang wit us

We show them large and they stumble back

Ridin around every water in the chat

It used to be like that, till the driver drowned

Thats niggas is doctor p, knock the niggas door down

He hit his head on bed, 24/7

I gotta deal with these niggas and bitches till 2:11

What are them niggas that are duckin the law

Who them niggas who just shot up your car

What you call them niggas that are ready for war

What you call them niggas that go too far

Hot Boys running with kerosene running through everything

All the way to shit, you never seen

To Magnolia and back

Niggas talk bout me but then they never seen

Seeing them niggas in the cages, duckin stages, thinkin they courageous

I'mma bust you in the head, my enemies trying to fled

C-Murder trying to come up here and murder

Some motherfuckin claim to representin

He ain't from the magnolia, so this shit ain't reminiscin

This is my system

Like an addiction thats like fiction

My victums can't see cuz they bitchin

Don't worry, I'll make them believers

When my blood pressure get high and over steamers

This week will not be cut

Cuz it's in God we trust

You niggas trying to check wit us

We'll make it so you respectin us



[Chorus]



[Juvenile]

If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now

One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now

I'll be ridin tonight, ain't no survivin

Now I got my enemy drivin, and ain't despising

This nigga be seeing the bright light

And when he gets in park, end his life

2 or my people, look nigga I'm planning

And when I see 200 keys of that sand

I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand

I'mma be shacollin, all my niggas ballin

Juve you buyed it

Wayne you buyed

Turk you buyed it

Slim you buyed it

Baby you buyed it

Fresh you buyed it

B.G., ballers you buyed it

You and you, you buyed it

This motherfuckin investigation on me?

Saying they got shit on me

I'mma be kissing these alligations

They tried to torture and question me at the police station

They keep playa hatin, they keep statin

Niggas gonna be waiting, fuck that, I'd rather take my chances

Bitch in a minute, I rearrange shit



[Chorus]
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