Mannie Fresh - Help lyrics

[Intro] 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' b**h a** n***as scared Look here [Verse 1] 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 b**h, 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 (B.G. & Turk)] Got these b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as hollering' HELP [Verse 2] n***a, my click raw, play it us we blow sh** We was trained for war, believe we act a fool b**h We take situations far, we don't play no games b**h We pull on side the car, pullout the K's and spray sh** We on another level you stuck on the same sh** CMB came through now we done rearranged sh** We got the game locked these wannabe soldiers ain't sh** Y'all ain't from uptown, can't come cross Valence & Magnolia b**h We don't wear the suits, we wear tee's, buads and reez We drink absolute, got bigettes on our rollies Y'all know we drive fine cars, Lexus and Benzes I don't know what make you think you could f** wit B.G Not in a million years, you could come and top this I wonder who goin do my beats, Fresh rock sh** Give him five or ten minutes, he goin drop a hot hit f** that other n***as, them Hot Boy$ come in and shot sh** [Hook (B.G. & Turk)] Got these b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as hollering' HELP [Verse 3] 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 f**, I bruise n***a If you ain't know, Cash Money straight fools n***a 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 n***as 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 f** with the lame, we all real And we about our motherf**ing change We do or die for life We represent to the fullest, and we ride tonight [Hook (2x) B.G. & Turk] Got these b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as 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 b**h n***as hollering' HELP [Outro] It's like that ya heard me? We told y'all n***as need help right now We steal and f** sh** up ya heard me? Just like that man, not all everybody goin be Hot Boy$ But n***a know who the original Hot Boy$ is Ya heard me? It ain't no secret Them Cash Money millionaires Man that's the motherf**ing real, original Hot Boy$ Everybody wanna be Hot Boy$ Boy that's cold, that's sorry n***as 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 sh** Damn, why you have to run with our sh** We put this sh** together We the originators Yea Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot Boys