Artist: Hot Boys

Album:  Let 'Em Burn

Song:   Spin Tha Bend

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[Verse 1: B.G.]

Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches

Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches

I'm goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the shelf

Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left

I don't play when I'm off in some drama you know me

It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B.G.

And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street

Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week

Bitch niggas that can't take the heat stay concealed

They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live

Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real

Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal

I'ma BLOCKA, CHICKA BANG, CHICK BUST

I'ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up

It's bout it when I pulled up get got it gone with the wind

You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend



[Verse 2: Juvenile]

Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin'

Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end

Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends

Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin'

Juvenile don't run no mo' I been through this shit before

Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor

Tell me something I don't no, All you bitches gotta go

Give me please all of the coke or I'ma shoot you in yo throat

Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block

Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop

I'ma jet when it get hot, Keep everything that I got

Damn it if I'm straight or not, I'm gone always be on top

Niggas wanna do me in, I'm here come and pursue it then

Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again

I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon

Everytime I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again"



[Verse 3: Turk]

*Look, Look*

Nothin but soldiers where I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage

Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's

Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high

Niggas who carry Kays ready for war at any time

Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside

People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks

Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops

Stay on they P's & Q's you bet not try and plot

Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped

50 fly at you like birds in a flock

And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop

And if  you got that work we closing down ya shop

My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks

Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops

From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop

Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga



[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

*Ah Ahh, What What What What What, Ah Ahh, Ah Ahh, What What What What What

La Lah, What, What What What What What, Listen, Hot Boys Nigga*

It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame

I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan

Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan

All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain

Cause I Spin Bends, Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's

Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in

Fill him wit hot ones

Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns

I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta

I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta

I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga

Police don't play so why do you? listen

You can run but you can't hide

I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi

Late at night I will ride maan

When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real!



{*beat rides out then fades*}