Artist: Hot Boys
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Album: Let 'Em Burn
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Song: Spin Tha Bend
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Typed by: [email protected] *
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* send corrections to the typist
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[Verse 1: B.G.]
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Get off the block this my first and last time tellin' bitches
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Second step I Spin Tha Bend, Bussin, wettin bitches
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I'm goin back to my old self, Pullin my Chopper of the shelf
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Wackin' you bitches until it's no one left
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I don't play when I'm off in some drama you know me
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It's kill or be killed when you beefin' wit B.G.
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And nothing less than a hundred out the drum clearing the street
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Yellow tapes and white sheets on yo block all week
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Bitch niggas that can't take the heat stay concealed
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They know if they get caught in the middle they won't live
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Ain't no other way for me to keep it besides real
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Disrespecting my mind, no doubt you a done deal
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I'ma BLOCKA, CHICKA BANG, CHICK BUST
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I'ma BOOM, chicka RAT, TAT, TAT ya home up
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It's bout it when I pulled up get got it gone with the wind
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You bet not be nowhere on the block when I spin tha bend
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[Verse 2: Juvenile]
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Spots I be discoverin', niggas I be trumblin'
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Stoppin' up on bubblin, from one side to the other end
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Hoppin' out the bubble Benz, poppin' him and other friends
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Bitches I be smotherin' niggas just be stutterin'
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Juvenile don't run no mo' I been through this shit before
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Spin A Bend kick in yo door, lay it all down on the floor
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Tell me something I don't no, All you bitches gotta go
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Give me please all of the coke or I'ma shoot you in yo throat
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Fuck it I'ma never stop, standin' on whateva block
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Lookin' for the cheddar spot, open up a better shop
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I'ma jet when it get hot, Keep everything that I got
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Damn it if I'm straight or not, I'm gone always be on top
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Niggas wanna do me in, I'm here come and pursue it then
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Heads I'm gone be shootin' and you will never move again
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I'm not a gentleman or sweeter then cinnamon
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Everytime I spin tha bend they say "Oh no it's him again"
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[Verse 3: Turk]
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*Look, Look*
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Nothin but soldiers where I stay, niggas dressin' in camouflage
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Real niggas 'bout pullin triggas and doin' drive-by's
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Cut-throaters and snakes, keep the murder rate high
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Niggas who carry Kays ready for war at any time
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Killas who hit ya spot and don't care who be outside
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People they call it hots sell heroin and rocks
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Hallways & Cuts, stay duckin them cops
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Stay on they P's & Q's you bet not try and plot
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Nigga if you do believe you gone get chopped
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50 fly at you like birds in a flock
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And if you gotta crew one by one they gone drop
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And if you got that work we closing down ya shop
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My niggas be thugged out, Jabows and Reeboks
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Bush fades and braides no designs and flat-tops
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From the youngest to the oldest, they nuts lettin' em drop
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Spin Yo Bend like a dryer takin you off yo block nigga
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[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
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*Ah Ahh, What What What What What, Ah Ahh, Ah Ahh, What What What What What
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La Lah, What, What What What What What, Listen, Hot Boys Nigga*
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It's time to break a nigga off and make him feel the flame
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I don't no what be in tight sent me to kill a maan
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Steal a maan, a vest can't conceal ya maan
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All the surgery in the world can't heal ya pain
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Cause I Spin Bends, Lil' Weezy hoppin' out first wit two M-10's
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Ready to tear a nigga shirt and push his ribs in
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Fill him wit hot ones
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Run up on the blcok wit nothin but shotguns
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I'ma young nigga, wig splitter, head busta
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I said I bust heads DA DA DA DA Did I stutta
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I swept and spray, ridin through my nigga
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Police don't play so why do you? listen
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You can run but you can't hide
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I come wit a gun, cock, aim, fi
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Late at night I will ride maan
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When I spin a bend niggas die maan, Fa Real!
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{*beat rides out then fades*}
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Spin Tha Bend
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Hot Boys |