Help Lyrics - Singles - Hot Boys

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