Spin Tha Bend Lyrics - Hot Boys

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*}