Texty:
Hot Hot Heat My Best Fiend

You can make her laugh but you can't make her cry Waving goodbye to innocence Am I that obvious to read? Am I in love with my best fiend? Well

tha best Tuck da nine by my spine all the time Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my

best crooks Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Broke muthafuckas they make the best crooks Broke

for y'all niggaz My Startec niggaz, Motorola outed Zone coaster, hold my dick on a poster Smoke weed now 'til it's a little roacha I'm a fiend gotta

prisoners the DJ is the warden Your mind is useless instinct takes control Jam to techno Groove to soul to soul You been arrested Now your being tested The beat is a sex fiend

get it over with Yo sound boy turn the levels up Let's get it over with, uh Terror Squad up in this motherfucker Where my real niggaz at? My Bronx niggaz, my

'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me) I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew) We comin through a hundred

a life of crime since I was nine Gettin' money by design despite the time Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam My wife, my seed, my land completes the

? Huh, S-4-3-0 keep me on my toes Get a tingle in my spine, wet spot only he knows He's a hot boy, Missy sing it out and I'm gon' spit it Ruff Ryders