Hot Line Lyrics - Juicy J

[Intro] 

SHUTDAFUKUP! 

Time for da Juice Mane to go insane 

Time for da Juice Mane to go insane 

Time for da Juice Mane to go insane 

Time for da Juice Mane to go insane 

Time for da Juice Mane to go insane 

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[Verse 1] 

Phone jumpin', jumpin' like a hotline 

They say they runnin', tell them niggas stop lyin' 

They say they comin' for me, might as well stop tryin' 

Styrofoam full of red, stop sign 

Smoked out, loced out, nigga I'm flyin' 

I been so high, I be cool with not comin' down 

Couple mil', tryna see that shit a hundred times 

You had chances, fuck that shit up like a hundred times 

North side, all you hear about is homicide 

Get inside, or be victim of a drive-by 

Stash spot, police raid it five times 

I made it out, feel like I got nine lives 

I was pimpin', felt like I had nine wives 

Fuck all them hoes, I fucked 'em all nine times 

I turn't up, now the game all mine 

No false flaggin', nigga I got mob ties 

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[Interlude] 

You know man, everyone always be like, yo, yo, yo, man 

When you gon' bring Three Six Mafia back 

When y'all gon' get back together 

Man, me and Paul still talk, man 

We gon' work it out, Imma tell you bout my city 

[Verse 2] 

Memphis niggas walk up to your house, knock on your door and blow yo' ass off 

Rob you for yo' new shit 'fore you even snatch the tag off 

Young niggas get money, pop the Rover at the trap house 

I just hit my jeweler like I'm 'bout to drop a bag off 

You ain't survivin' my city, choppers revolvers and semis 

Don't need no reason to kill you, you gotta mind your own business 

My city groomin' them killers, felony weapon, concealers 

You know I run with them dealers 

I see more zombies than Thriller 

Where the land, where the dollars at 

Where the waitress servers, where the bottles at? 

All the bad bitches flock where the ballers at 

They tryna follow my wave like a shark attack 

I got my wrist on winter, joint longer then goddamn car antenna 

Fuckin' in the car for a chance to take her home, I get face and all 

So she get out my lap, I'm takin' off 

[Outro] 

You're a nigga! 

Nasty fucking nigga! (Nigga, nigga, nigga)