400 degreez         You see me, I eat, sleep, shit and talk rap   You see that 98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that   I had some felony charges, I fought that   Been sent to no return but still was ball back         Nigga, threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that   I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack   Now I'm lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back   If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that?         Niggas disrespect me, I'ma be in all black   'Companied by some niggas 'bout killin' and all that   Me, Cory, and Mer-C, gettin' ducked off   Ride top down, so, we let the trucks pause         In the Jeep, ridin' four deep, I booted up   (You don't want to fuck with me)   At these niggas claimin' they know me, uh?         Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass up   Don't even go there, Whodi, '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         If must a nigga try, I can't do the right thing   Only God knows what the future might bring   Nigga, might be shot, nigga, might be tri-flamed   Nigga, might survive, if he 'bout that right flame         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 mo'   Nigga'll bust ya' head if you bang his ho'         Attitude adjustments, do y'all need?   Don't call in the enforcements, nigga, call me   I bet'cha, I'll get them niggas off yo block   I bet'cha, I'll show them niggas, this boy hot         You don't want to fuck with me   Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot   Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot         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, brah         Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah   Bust yo' beef's 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 is what we live by and we die by   The book is what we will never abide by   Niggas drive by, gettin' loose   Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use         Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga   Up in New York, ya keep 'em open watch, nigga   Fo' y'all played by a hit or retalion   All fine young black females stallions         Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion   You far away from ya home, you's a alien         See   You don't want to fuck with me   You don't want to fuck with me   (Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)   (Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy)   You don't want to fuck with me, with me         400 Degreez   400 Degreez   400 Degreez