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Make It Hot Lyrics - H.n.i.c. 3 - Prodigy Of Mobb Deep

Super now smoke few bottles on the sleety 

parkers on racks 'cause I raps like Christmas 

holy shit get light, get light 

it's hot outside I got the keys to the bike 

gone full bottle, tonight we're going in like it ain't no tomorrow 

take drugs, make love now war I'm a gangsta hippie don't start nothing 

Keys tot he crib, while I'll be poppin it all 

like belly the kid, yeah hoe whip bang it out 

to the death, fuck it north, 

everything from the couch to the bed 

Can't stop, won't stop till they superman though 

give me superman fly 

and slash oh to the hood, I'm a creature 

I grew up in the woods 

Hook: 

No time for fake ones, 

come and smoke a little bit with this real ones 

live a little risky don't be a shuck one 

I'm not stingy the shots on me 

Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

Yeah my pockets on loud, I'm in the string volume 

my closet on swag, my balls at the top few 

best nigga spittin, pee how you livin 

couldn't be better you could say stakes giving 

you're my cold bottom drop 

the hood gonna cop, the streets going crazy for that new more I 

set up in the box that's where I got stronger and 

came back home, took the ice off the watch 

automor Rolex couple hew blotch 

nothing fancy just enough for the potch 

when your bitch is the baddest bitch how could you not 

feel like we're gonna parry on in the spot 

get off of my flag, hoe you let dancing 

is you what you do, don't worry about the handsome 

shoot em with the rubin kill em with the baby face 

and be the humble that it squeeze slugs when you're late face 

hoes wanna grip, foes wanna trip 

then ever move on me cause they know how I get 

got real street power and it ain't about. 

met the top of the fool chain now here on the block 

and you just a little snack, my hunger insatiable 

easy as 1 2 3 you niggas base the cool as millions of bros 

but I just take one of them, these billions of dollars 

I need the one of them 

Hook: 

No time for fake ones, 

come and smoke a little bit with this real ones 

live a little risky don't be a shuck one 

I'm not stingy the shots on me 

Oh, I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

I'll make it hot, make it hot 

Are you remember?


Spirit

Artist: Der Plot