O.F.T.B. - Hot One lyrics

Call up Hillary, bring the artillery f** that b**h, four-four said use me Sitting in my [?] staring at the walls Punk motherf**ers trying to take me under [Verse 1: Flipside] Feel like my life is coming to an end, G I'm on the run with all eyes against me I trust no n***a I trust no b**h I trust nobody I put my trust in my gun and my mommy Forever Flip, been living on the f**ing edge I gives a f**, motherf**ers I'mma sport my red You f** with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one By blowing your head off with this f**ing shotgun I'm 25 with a gang of pride My name is Flipside, journey with a n***a to the other side Where you can't blame sh** on society They blame it on the n***a that's inside me I've chosen never to lose and my only rule Is never let a n***a make me look like a fool You catch me slipping n***a I won't b**h or cry I'm do or die motherf**er do or die [Chorus: Flipside] You f** with Low and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one You f** with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) [Verse 2: Bus Stop] I ain't never had no problem with a street battle Cause I'll be moving these motherf**ers like a herd of cattle And I know I'm getting close to my execution I'm about to lose my life in this ghetto institution It's either me or that n***a that's out to get me So f** it, I'm taking his whole f**ing family Every time I look, these n***as trying to stop me I got the Tec-9 one of the smokers came and bought me I had to lay those n***as down in front of [?] right They had gats but weren't ready for no gun fight I think of murder and nothing but a bloody murda I catch you slipping motherf**er I'mma serve ya I called Low to let him know the war's on You want static motherf**er we gon' bring it on [Chorus] You f** with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one You f** with Low and he gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) [Phone ringing] (Hello?) Low, Low (Wa**up n***a?) I just seen some of these n***as man (What n***as man?) Low, check it out man (Wa**up n***a, where you at?) Meet me in front of [?] in about 5 minutes man (Man I'll be right there, me and Flip is on our way n***a) [Verse 3: LowMB] It ain't no faking, I'll k** you for my posse So when it's on they don't hesitate to call me The phone rings, I grab the line, it's the Bus Stop He's having static, I grab my gauge and my 2 Glocks I called Flip and told him meet me on Central Behind [?] I'm in that red and black rental These motherf**ers tried to put our n***a in a cross It's time to hit they a** and have they hood taped off With yellow tape, cops and loud sirens I'm coming through, Flip coming too, we started firin' We started gunning, kept gunning, n***as catching slugs I gives a f** because I love to see the sight of blood I'm taking n***as out little by little It's straight to the morgue, ain't no motherf**ing hospital, n***a [Chorus] You f** with Low and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one You f** with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) You f** with Bone and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with Tone and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with Ron G and he gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) f** with the projects and we gon' catch a hot one You f** with Watts and we gon' catch a hot one You f** with d**h Row and we gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) You f** with Low and he gon' catch a hot one You f** with me and I'm gon' catch a hot one You f** with (Bus Stop) and he gon' catch a hot one (And they can't trace the shell from the shotgun) f** with the Bottom and we gon' catch a hot one We pulled up, we all had shotguns They tried to break, I say hey Low I got the fat one (And they couldn't dodge, the shell from the shotgun)