these bullets that is comin' for meWith my T-shirt and Rees on'Cuz only God knows what these niggas be's onLook, niggas better get it right and keep it right'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on'Cuz we about ta strap up and know your clothes off, whoaYou better get it right and keep it right'Cuz them Uptown Hot Boys on tha street at nightSo I hope you got your soldiers and your 'Bauds on'Cuz we about ta strap up and knock your clothes offListen, listen, listenSip itCock ta act a fool and make 'em dip itChrome MAC diplyAutomatic spittyI'm a Hot Boy, nigga, follow meDo or die, survive with meBlow a pound of that broccoliHit a block and ya ride with meCut 'em all, but not your boy, he just had a baby daughterThen, Cita, he never walk againDon't play with them shots againI make them niggas bleed like that time of tha monthSee, I told 'em, "