Juvenile — 400 Degreez

[Intro] 400 Degreez [Verse 1] Ya see, me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap Ya seen that '98 Mercedes on TV? I bought that I had some felony charges, I fought that Been sent to no return, but still was brought back Nigga threw some slangs at me wodie, I caught that And punished them lil' bitches before they could carjack Now I'm lookin' for they family and partners 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 Accompanied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that Me, Cory and Rusty getting ducked off Ride top down so we let the trucks park In the jeep ridin' four-deep I'm booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with me [Verse 2] Bitch, what? I'll bust your ass up Don't even go there, wodie, '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 Why must a nigga try? I can't do the right thing Only God knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shy, nigga might be triflin' Nigga might survive if he 'bout that rifling 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 more Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his ho Attitude adjustments they all need Don't call in those enforcements, nigga, call me I bet ya I'll get them niggas off your block I bet ya I'll show them niggas this boy hot [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with me Hot Boy, hot, hot, Hot Boy, hot, hot Hot Boy, hot, hot, Hot Boy [Verse 3] 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, bruh Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, bruh Bust your beef head is what was told to us How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down? How I'ma look in front of my people like a clown? The G code what we live by and we die by The book is what we will never abide by Niggas drive by, gettin' loose Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga Up in New York ya keep' 'em open, watch, nigga 'Fore ya played by a bit' or battalion All fine young Black females stallions Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home, you's an alien [Chorus] You don't want to fuck with me You don't want to fuck with me You don't want to fuck with me You don't want to fuck with me, with me [Outro] 400 Degreez 400 Degreez 400 Degreez