Hot Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Yeah 

Who will be standing when the smoke clears? 

(KRS-One) --> Redman 

Word up! 

What's up with this? 

We're coming through 

Boogie Down style, kid 

What's up 

This is KRS-One 

The light at the end of the tunnel 

Yo, they not HOT, all they do is talk a lot 

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block? 

That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops 

That's not HOT, a real MC you're not 

I'm HOT, been hot, repeatedly heated 

Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated 

You got these kids gased up like you own the inventory 

Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin the whole story 

Tell em how you borrow from everyone you knew 

And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you 

That's not hot, tell em how you love bein pop 

Cause you was so broke before, sleepin cold on a cot 

You don't rock, you grab money 

Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys 

It's about to get ugly 

I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs 

You want to be a thug? Let's thug 

First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers 

Captains speak to captains 

Lieutenant/lieutenant, cool? 

But your first mistake is: he's steppin to me, rookie 

Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool 

Who really got these streets on lock? 

Whose name really holds high respect on the block? 

Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix? 

Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks? 

I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies 

I study the ways of God, you studyin titties 

And ass, I pity your class 

Cause you come out with a blast 

But you're trash, so you really don't last 

They not HOT, all they do is talk a lot 

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block? 

That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops 

That's not HOT, a real MC you're not 

They not HOT, all they do is talk a lot 

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block? 

That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops 

That's not HOT, a real MC you're not 

This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets 

You weak, you ain't really rockin these beats 

You ?????, you dress straight, eat straight 

But you're a slave, and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank 

G-o-d we thank, we watch what we sell 

You better hope these Christians are wrong cause you goin to hell 

Think about that when you're spittin your raps 

And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back 

You're not HOT, all you do is talk a lot 

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block? 

That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops 

That's not HOT, a real MC you're not 

What's HOT? 

(KRS-One) 

That's HOT! 

What's HOT? 

(KRS-One) 

That's HOT! 

Who's HOT? 

(KRS-One) 

That's HOT! 

Where's your respect on the block? 

[ *scratching of* ] 

(KRS-One need to be runnin for office 

So Butta-Pican Rican, tell em to get off it) --> Redman