J-Franks - Mount Vesuvius lyrics

[Intro: Nappy] >:^| [Hook: 6x] Streets Streets Click, clack gun SPLAT Streets Streets [Verse 1: IATG] Money$Team k** your crew n***a we don't give a f** Money$Team real hot n***a, shoot you in the bu*t n***a we got that fire, ya'll n***as got pliers If ya'll n***as burnin rubber n***a that make us the tires Yeah: we hotter than the sun too We radiate ya'll n***as even with the damn sun roof We stay flyer than a fly thing, colder than a fly ring n***a I'm so hot, I can't even touch my things [Verse 2: J-Franks] Frizzy is the spawn of the sun, I'm too hot, see You circumscribed, thick headed like a neo nazi Skin heads gettin' sweaty with the heat Money$Team brings Lots of Heat references, but LeBron still don't got any rings Money$Team already blew up, the new Mount Vesuvius Structure my rhymes so well, call me the new Vitruvius Delirious rappers gettin' serious with the rhymes we cop We usin' lava stepping stones, make sure we never drop [Verse 3: Supa Dupa Jesus] Uhh I live on the sun; I'm what makes it hot b**hes grab my lollipop; use it to light their pot Yeahhhh, formed Hawaiian Islands, ended that Pompeii So hot b**hes want drinks on their head: Dom-pée Yeah f** wasabi, this that molten rock So fly n high, not even god could co*k block So fly, b**hes earn frequent flyer miles Keep it hot, never mild: tongue in the bu*t all wild [Verse 69: iceberg] Herman Cain ain't got nothing on me Earnin' brain correctly: chivalry Vesuvius down her throat - gurgle it Ice managin like a goat - Bergevin I'm jordan - a titanic dunker who is icy Still hotter than NOLA in the upper nineties I am on the books everywhere: kindles I keep all kinds of Greens stocked up: pickles [Outro: IATG] Yeah n***as you already know what it is This goes out to all my n***as in the projects All my n***as not in the projects My n***a iceberg, he stay on that real sh**, I can feel it To all my n***as ridin' in Maybachs If they ain't got no car, it's motor music n***a To all my n***as on the east side All my n***as on the west side, you know what it is YOu already know n***as, ya tu sabes n***as Shout out my man Illegal weapons and Stan The muthaf**in man Shout out RySarm and the whole Starvation movement n***as All my n***as on the north side, south side n***as All my n***as in the middle side, you know what it is n***as All my n***as in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten and Long Island n***as The world is yours n***as My n***as all over Shout out 3M and the Murda team, they ain't n***as though My n***a T-Bone, my n***a Black Fog My n***a Dirty D, my n***a UPI, my n***a Frog head My n***a Q-Wop, my n***a H-Bomb, all my n***as You know who you are n***as, keep it real n***as Obey your thirst until it hurts Obey it, don't hate it Sendin n***as to heaven in 011 You know what it is, keepin it real Peace out dogs