C-C-L-I-C-K-C-K
 Shit don't S-M-O-B
 Smob shit
 Check it
 V-Town in this bitch
 Studio Ton
 I'm in some deep shit
 Got some niggaz from another click
 On that ass tryin' to run me off the fuckin' cliff
 What should I do, where should I go, how could I fake 'em?
 Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' bake 'em
 Call up cousin B on the phone, all 'cuz I be in a little
 bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn your kinfolk
 into a vegetable
 But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' high performance Dodge
 They in a Buick Skylark
 B-Legit:
 Meet me at the fo' niggaz
 Got the dough sit real low
 I'm on the roof with the fo' fo'
 Drive slow
 What they ridin'
 I'm aiming for they engine block
 And when they stop I'm closin' down on they shop
 Suga baby they done fucked up
 Won't you wait in the cut
 While I bust and buck on these nuts
 Fuck mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine
 Mobb shit with the click'll happen every time
 D-Shot:
 Heard some shots
 Fireworks fully auto chops
 Sound like they come from around my corner near my knot spot
 Must be folks they done fucked around and went to war
 I know the sound that's my nigga B's fo' fo'
 On the scene they say a nigga got peeled back
 A Skylark wrapped around my neighbor's Cadillac
 A pretty sight but a nigga can't say that though
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)
 Levitti
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
 Suga-T:
 I'm in the underbucket
 Blastin in the cut
 It's the glock goin' buck buck buck
 I'm like damn whats up
 I had that glock that fit the script
 Some of that high powered shit
 'Cuz all along I was smoking out them tricks
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto lit
 This way that-a way I split them dope fiend's wigs
 They had me fucked up
 Ph-ing on my click
 We pound the frowns on those punk ass bitches
 B-Legit:
 See your nigga be's a ridah
 Hops inside
 7-4 malibu with the do dirt crew
 What they wanna do
 I ain't shootin' for the stars
 Cars or homes
 I'm from the town leaving bodies face down
 I'm tryin' to stay real cuz niggaz they will
 Put you in the cross, fuck around have you halled off
 I got moss with the these fools in a major way
 Down and dirty to my death day
 E-40:
 Gotta watch them riff raffs
 Hittin on you when you piss-ass niggaz
 Wanna slap my kizz-ass
 Might as well have pussy ass niggaz
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto bullets ricochet
 Bush comin' sheriff better duck that ass down in the bathtub
 Dope track late night should be poppin' bein it's off the hook
 See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the mouth better feed them rook
 Niggaz better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
 through metal, sheetrock and stucco hot ones echo through the ghetto
 Levitti:
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (No gat too black sent hot ones to the back)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (Ridin' shotgun lettin' loose hot ones)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (But if hollow points is fired niggaz better duck)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (Hollow point hot ones dipped in garlic)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (Where they echo at where they echo at nigga?)
 Hot ones echo through the ghetto
 (B-Legit, you up in this bitch with me nigga)
 (Fa sho' boy)
 (C-L-I-C-K while...)
 Shit is funky
 Better keep a trey-eight, quit the bullshit
 Better be bullet-proofed out
 Better sleep on the floor if you wanna survive
 Better know about those hot ones
 I said you better know about those hot ones
 You better know about those hot ones
 Cuz' ain't no names when they fly