Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
Vocals
Juvenile
Vocals
Turk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mannie Fresh
Songwriter
Christopher Dorsey
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Tab Virgil
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Gettin' killed, ain't no thang in the N.O.
Some people live, some people get smoked
Life trap, get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like, shit, get masked out over dog hoes
Really though
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get hit, even little kids
**** be lookin' like they be at a shootin' range
Don't give a fuck who they hittin', they just do they thang
Bullets be coastin', like birds in a flock
Hit yo' block with camouflage, **** gon' get got
A hunnid shots flippin', you can get away
Gettin' chopped, losin' they life by the AK
Everyday **** at war, **** dyin'
That's yo' ass if you don't have it on yo' waist line
Kickin' in doors, playin' by no rules realer
Like B.G., whatever you do it's all on you, realer
[Verse 2]
It musta been meant for me to be rich
If only my dead **** coulda lived to see this
I appreciate what the Lord gave me
But I don't appreciate how these **** be hatin' me
What is it, is it the car, is it the jewels
Is it the shoes?
Or do you wanna see what a **** gon' do
I know a **** plottin' up to jack me or nab me
That's why, when I ride, on my lap be the strap piece
Don't try to jam me on the one-way, dawg
'Cause you ain't gettin' away without no gunplay fall
You gon' be in a hospital, A.K.A., we never close
To the morgue with a tag on yo' toes
Believe this, fuck with me, I ain't gon' let it go
I'ma preach this up until the moment I'm no more
I followed my first rhyme, 'cause their no second chance of life
These lil' **** outchea bustin' heads for stripes
Bullshit, I ain't for it, so get to some business
I'ma hurt one of you bitches
Let the Lord be my witness
[Verse 3]
What y'all don't know
Lil Wayne the **** from Holly Grove
Quick to strap up and ride, play the blunt and let's go
What, what y'all **** think, Wayne ain't bad?
Lil' baby boy thuggin', tote a K for sag
I be up in all black, behind a ski mask
Outside your complex, duckin', waitin' to blast
I'll kick yo' ass if you ask too many questions
And I'll catch a **** cut with two S.K.S.es
Y'all fake like two large silicon breasts
What you forgot? Head busters leave bloody messes
I leave dreadlocks in your tennis
Duck, boys, better lay it down when I'm spittin'
Put it like this, in the primetime of the night, you can try to come in
But you can't go and split it, ha ha, get it?
Better watch the names you mentionin' through your mouth
Better rearrange your system
Y'all **** want beef, look, and what?
Me and Lil Tolie in the fire, lettin' the cash buck
So what, you're scared now, ha
Punk, leave the street, beat your meat
Do something, get from round me
Lil' shy, you really think it's a game, bruh
Let me show you when them Hot Boys play the game raw
[Verse 4]
Ya got some keys
I come to duct tape you and rope you, stay low
My choppa gon' let loose and super soak you, for sure
I get low down and dirty for my cheese, ya know
B.G. roll with, 'bout it, H.B.s, we strapped
Get flipped up around and get kidnapped, where it's at?
Don't bring me to a bukah, you'll get capped, it's like that
I want mine, just like you want yours
I gotta get my shine on, 'cause I feel like it's my turn
Fuck a bitch, my money is way more important
I'm behind the tints
I'm on a mission, tryna get it
And I won't stop till I got it all in one pile
They got a hit over a **** head for fifteen thou'
I'm goin' out to the house where he lay at
I'm gon' prowl around the club where he play at
I'ma get with him
Split him, put his heart in a jar
Go get his bitch from the bar
Collect my money from the boss
I play it raw, ****
[Verse 5]
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
You slip up when you think it's a game
[Verse 6]
'Cause them, 'cause them Hot Boys, ****
They, they play the game raw, ****
What, what, huh, huh, what?
[Verse 7]
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
[Verse 8]
Don't slip up, play the game raw, ****
Get flipped up, play the game raw, ****
Set split up, play the game raw, ****
What, Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
[Verse 9]
What, what?
Huh, what?
What, what?
What, what?
That's how it is, huh?
It's real, what?
[Verse 10]
Play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
Hot Boys play the game raw, ****
For sure, for sure
Written by: Christopher Dorsey, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, Tab Virgil Jr.