[CHORUS] 2x's  Anytime you come to New York City  click, click  Juvey money, give me your shit  click, click  Even if I catch you in the ride, you robbed  All y'all niggas gonna die word born    [Ms. Cali]  I'm an east coast bitch  Pull, cock, spit  Hot boys shit  Straight, run your shit  Bling, bling  Yeah i want the rolex and chains  Medallions and rings  Bracelets and earrings  Comin' up north  Stuntin', niggas we gunnin'  Hit y'all for somethin'  Hit y'all for frontin'  Bitch cat mark from the blocks where i be at  Juvenile'll get slapped  Bet u understand that  B.G., I got you  Dope needle pop you  Stompin' with big dogs  Lil' Wayne wrong game  Hop turn south  My click still rocks    Eat your face New York Style, you'll get it in streets  New getty the streets  Beat your head to a break beat  Fuck B.G.  I'll merk Juvenile  Lil' Wayne, you still a child  Stay in your place,  Fo' i empty in you face  You bitch cats get mashed out, catch you in my city  Don't check um, lay em down, hit em, buck 50  Ear to ear  Bring yo monkey ass up here  B.G., them lips, hammers pushed through your shit  Up against the wall, bling, comin' off your wrist  Face that wall, where yo chopper now bitch  Runnin' now trick, it's New York City  We don't play fair nigga, we get gritty  Fuck New York ha  Slick talk ha  Quick talk ha  We gone fuck you ha  Y'all been played out  Lungs hanging out  Eyes open war  you gone die in New York    [chorus] 2x's    What kinda boy put a glock in your head  What kinda boy make sure you dead (wodie)  What kinda boy take it off your wrist  Shove the fifth through your lips  Slap the shit out yo chick (wodie)  What kinda boy run New York with thugs  See them Hotboy niggas fill 'em up with slugs (wodie)  What kinda boy run with cats in the south  See Juvenile and Wayne, put the gat in they mouth (wodie)  What kinda boy can't respect B.G.  With them big ass lips, how that nigga gone speak (wodie)  What kinda nigga wild out in the club  Signing Hotboy shows, just to stick 'um up (wodie)  We don't like y'all niggas for real  We catch you in New York, click click you deals (wodie)  What kinda boy catch Wayne on my girl  Put the heat into his braids, give that nigga the curl  Boy you got that watch on  Gat you up  Boy you got that ice on  Gat you up  You got a 30 mil' deal huh  Gat you up  You don't know about the real huh  Gat you up    My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)  My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)  My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)  My glock is hot, my glock is hot (what, what)  My glock is hot    [chorus] 2x's    Wild Boyz run up in your studio bitch  Let me catch you in New York on some hot boy shit  I'ma murder you, y'all niggas can't come up here  We got niggas in the hoop, that make y'all disappear  It's war son, beef, I'ma burn your flesh  Since y'all wanna be hot, we gone burn you to death  Juv, you think its sweet, since the hot bullshit  We gone cool you nigga, on some gun bust shit  We gone rock you nigga, on some N.Y. shit  Let us out, but y'all niggas can't come and chill  If we see you, pull ill, chase you, clips spill  Nigga U Understand that, clack up, done deal  Break y'all crack, corny nigga for this here  Y'all set it off, get your city, come up here  Bury y'all niggas, hands tied, butt fucked  The block hot Wayne, show yo young ass the pain  Catch yo potnas shit, word to mind it''ll bang  All y'all cowards, gun lead showers  Got a bitch with a dick, face fuck y'all for hours    [chorus] 2x's    [Talking]  Look y'all cats is assed. Y'all niggas can't rhyme.  How you gone settle on my click.  You can't come to New York, no more. We see you it's on.  You can't come to Brooklyn,  we'll rob you and send yo ass back in a box.  You can't come to the Bronx,  we'll stomp you the fuck out, muthafucka.  Any one of the bubbles, y'all barred.  You barred from the capital of the world, muthafucka.  We catch you in Jersey, we gone gang up on you niggas,  take your cars and break your jaws.  It's over, see let's get um.  Wild Boyz lock this. My click in the south, we gone air y'all out.  New York, Jersey, Connecticut,  y'all niggas is disconnected from here. Holla back.  Mannie Fresh, Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, B.G.,  and the rest of y'all non-rappin' ass niggas.  We gone fuck over all y'all.  Y'all ain't Cash Money, y'all crash dummies.  That's my word, Wild Boyz, east and south connection.  Rest of you muthafuckas stay out my muthfuckin' business,  you heard me. What, what up, Wild Boyz    my glock is hot, my glock is hot  my glock is hot, my glock is hot  my glock is hot, my glock is hot  my glock is hot, my glock is hot  ....my glock is hot  ....my glock is hot  ....my glock is hot  ....my glock is hot  ....N-Y-C is hot  ....New Jersey's hot  ....Connecticut is hot  ....So whatcha got  ....My glock is hot  ....My glock is hot