What's up man?   These Hot Boy$ back at it again, ya heard me?   Oh and it's Guerilla Warfare time   We got these ol' bitch ass niggaz scared   Look here      Luxury cars on chrome, I play that   Five figure bonds on charges, I'd paid that   Ounces of coke at a young age, look I weighed that   My click done blewed up you know haters, they hate that   Come around me with a bad bitch, you know I'mma take that   Put a chopper in my hand, and watch how quick I sprayed that   Drop a track watch how quick I go and lace that   Cash Money I don't think y'all niggaz could really faze that   Beef with me, I don't think you ready to face that   Put money in front of me and watch how quick I chase that   Nigga give me the weed and I'm ready to blaze that   I'mma man and if its my charge, I gotta take that   Mouth off yo brains, and I'mma have to waste that   K bullets burn, you talk and watch you taste that   I'm so large, I gotta phone, the fedz can't trace that   You gotta respect I'mma fool, how you love that      Hook:   Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP      Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP   Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP      Nigga, my click raw, play it us we blow shit   We was trained for war, believe we act a fool bitch   We take situations fo, we don't play no games bitch   We put on sound to talk aloud, the kids claim shit   We on another level you stuck on the same shit   CMB came through now we done rearranged shit   We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't shit   Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come homebound and say the flow, you   bitch   We don't wear the suit, we wear tee's, fro's and reez   We think absolute, got bigettes on our rollies   Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes   I don't know what women think they could fuck wit B.G.   Not in a million years, you could come and top this   I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock shit   Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit   Fuck that other nigga, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot shit      Hook:   Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP      Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP   Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP      These Hot Boy$ on top trained for drama   No way you goin run, try to hide, we goin find ya   I you forgot its my job to remind ya   We bust twos, playa haters we misuse   I don't give a fuck, I bruise nigga   If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools nigga   Now Baby got the 'tillery duct off fo' sho'   Me and Lil' Weezy, jumpin' out the two do'   Lexus coupe with the combat boots on   Soldier fatigue, ready to get our shoot on   Niggaz goin bleed   You heard of us, we murderers, and dangerous   Ain't no serving us, we creep silent like burglarers   We busting our bang, that's off top we trill   We don't fuck with the lame, we all real   And we about our motherfucking change   We do or die for life   We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight      Hook (2x):   Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP      Got these bitch niggaz hollerin' HELP   Them Hot Boy$ coming please somebody HELP   They on fire, they goin burn me somebody HELP   They got guns, they goin shoot somebody HELP   Please somebody HELP   Got these bitch niggaz hollering' HELP      (during the last time the hook is said)   It's like that ya heard me?   We told y'all niggaz need help right now   We steal and fuck shit up ya heard me?   Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$   But nigga know who the original Hot Boy$ is   Ya heard me?   It ain't no secret   Them Cash Money millionaires   Man that's the motherfucking real, original Hot Boy$   Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$   Boy that's cold, that's sorry   Niggaz know they sorry fo' that too   But it's all gravy   Can't strip 'em   Ya heard me?   We laying it down   And it ain't no secret   You need to get yo' own shit   Damn, why you have to run with our shit   We put this shit together   We the originators   Yea