400 Degrees lyrics

Electronic Voice)
400 degreez...

Ya` see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap,
You see that `98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that,
I had some felony charges, I fought that,
Been sent to no return, but still was ball back,
Nigga threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that,
I punished them lil` bitches before they get car jack,
Now I`m lookin` for they family and padnuh`s to war back,
If I ain`t a Hot Boy, then what do you call that?
Nigga disrespect me, I`ma be in all black.
`Companied by some niggas bout killin` and all that,
Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin` ducked off,
Ride top down, so we let the trucks pause,
In the Jeep, ridin` four deep,
I booted up at these niggas claimin` they know me. Huh?

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don`t want to fuck with me....
You don`t want to fuck with me....
Hot Boyz, Hot Boyz...

Bitch, what? I`ll bust ya` ass up,
Don`t even go there, Whodi, cause I`m ready to mask up,
I heard about the money, that`s some nice change...
For the right price, I`ll bust the right brain...
If must a nigga try, I can`t do the right thing...
Only God knows what the future might bring...
Nigga might be shot, nigga might be tri-flamed...
Nigga might survive, if he bout that right flame...
With somethin` that`ll stop a nigga from playin,
Somethin` like a chopper or a grenade in his hand,
Boy, look, nigga don`t play no games no mo..
Nigga`ll bust ya` head if you bang his ho..
Attitude adjustments, do y`all need,
Don`t call in the enforcements, nigga call me,
I bet`cha I`ll get them niggas off yo block,
I bet`cha I`ll show them niggas this boy hot...

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don`t want to fuck with me....
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot,
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,...

Alright stop it, cause I done had enough,
When it comes to my pockets, I`m ready to bust,
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck,
Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah.
Ain`t no bitches here, I`m from the `Nolia, brah.
Bust yo` beef`s head, is what was told to us.
How I`ma be runnin` with these killa`s and backin` down,
How I`ma look in front of my people, like a clown,
The G-Code is what we live by and we die by,
The book is what we will never abide by,
Niggas drive by, gettin loose,
Beefin` with each other like a checker board in use,
Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga..
Up in New York, ya keep`em open watch nigga..
Fo` ya`ll played by a hit or retalion,
All fine young black females stallions,
Give me the keys to yo` car and ya medallion,
You far away from ya home, you`s a alien (alien)...

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice) Seeeee.....
You don`t want to fuck with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don`t want to fuck with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don`t want to fuck with me....
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,
(You don`t want to fuck with me.... with me....)

(Electronic Voice)
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez