Текст песни H.O.T. Ones f Cam`Ron - Good Morning America
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[Don]I dont fuck no moreYeah nigga huuh? huuh?Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh?Flame thrower yeah yeahUhhNiggas remind me of slappin a bunch of wordsDarkness swirls, it`s 20 niggas brushin curbsGot the blocks on off nigga cautious styleYeah you hot but I`m ??? nowPut up the gun in your mouth no more talking nowShell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for poundHitmen, slickmen cant bang with usClips & spit 10 nigga aim & bustCant discuss, the facts just clutch your macHope your mans got enough heart to bust backCant touch you with the words, I`ma let my gat do itStrap with the clark, infrared attached to itLong-out scoop see if you can dash through itCause when the burner split I`m burning the stripThrough the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hipWhat you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gatsWhaaat!?[Cam`Ron]Killa Killa uhhYo, yo, yoI know exactly what`s wrong with youAnd it made me so mad I won`t do that song with youAll them niggas over there, they look strong to you?Guns look long to you?In fact, give me your change, no longer belongs to youOr do you stop flirting? Dip the clip in the bar, nigga pop somethingNigga outside the club you wanna pop somethingNow a nigga drive through I got the pop somethingSpin out the black gunning, no nigga we not runningKilla got first to count 9 mil`, my gun and my bankaccountI`m God Divine, im hard to findI got a gutter mouth its listed niggaFrom my baby mothers houseI know you loved her out, dugged her outI wanna harden your spouse, nigga borrow my mouth???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my gun, remaining on the runRUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa[Lil` One]I dont play y`all niggaz, I spray y`all niggazLeave bodies roasted, flame y`all niggazI dont game y`all bitches, I tame y`all bitchesD-1 told me aim for the richesA cool kid scared of the big, i heard storiesLocked up in jail, that aint nothing for meNow you gotta be gunned down to be a legendOne vest, two gats just for protectionNever was a showoff, my guns go offKept it in the closet, damn it got to go offTook it outside, blazed it in the skyIt wasnt just me, it was booze in my houseI feel thugged out, me & you can slug outBullets in the field now they coming in the dug outShut down the club-house, lock out like NBAYa`ll niggaz shine cause One been awayBust out the barrell of a ?? ashtraySo dont ya`ll get it wrongShots hit your mind & bodyWatch the soul drip on when the clip onNiggaz better get longLil` One Nigga[Floss]Aiyo you niggas that i get yo doughBag yo` wife might hit cha hoeNiggaro, who split the flowHow make it hot when the the six blow?Floss get inside againHarlem Niggaz be all the samePlaya Haters you bought you lock the chain like bulletflame(?)5 Platinum overseasOver here goes close to 3Niggaz wanna get close to meRob me put that toast to meNever that dont let me spit 11 at cha head & backTake that cat, go 100`s in you coffinNigga rest with that, you easy to matchIts plain to see, that there is nuttin but floss in meThere is nuttin but game in meDart, from six rangers threePlayaz keep on playin onHataz keep on hatin onThat player with that blazer onIced out with them gaters onVacant Lot, we make it hotTo your ?? to yo blockTake your guns its fo your shotsTo faking niggaz that fake alotWhy u poppin brand new boots with trees on emMy niggaz cop brand new coupes with beeps on emFloss, Floss, Floss, Don, OneYeah Yeah (chikachika)99 Nigga, 99 What the fuckVaca, Vaca, Vacant Lot, nigga nigga HotEXPLOSION(Cam`Ron) LIVE ON LENOX!!!!