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 niggaz scared
 Look here

 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'mma 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 niggaz 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
 Nigga give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that
 I'mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that
 Mouth off yo brains, and I'mma have to waste that
 K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that
 I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that
 You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that

 Hook:
 Got these bitch niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz hollering' HELP

 Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit
 We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch
 We take situations fo, we don't play no games bitch
 We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim 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 homebound and say the flow, you
 bitch
 We don't wear the suit, we wear tee's, fro's and reez
 We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies
 Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes
 I don't know what women think they 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 nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit

 Hook:
 Got these bitch niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz hollering' HELP

 These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama
 No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya
 I you forgot its my job to remind ya
 We bust twos, playa haters we misuse
 I don't give a fuck, I bruise nigga
 If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools nigga
 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
 Niggaz 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

 Hook (2x):
 Got these bitch niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz hollering' HELP

 (during the last time the hook is said)
 It's like that ya heard me?
 We told y'all niggaz 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 nigga 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
 Niggaz 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