Juvenile Juvenile - 400 Degrees - 16 - 400 Degreez Lyrics

(Electronic Voice)
400 degreez...

Ya' see me, I eat, sleep, s___, 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,
n____ threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that,
I punished them lil' b____es 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?
n____ disrespect me, I'ma be in all black.
'Companied by some n____s 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 at these n____s claimin' they know me. Huh?

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to f___ with me....
You don't want to f___ with me....
Hot Boyz, Hot Boyz...

b____, what? I'll bust ya' a__ 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 n____ try, I can't do the right thing...
Only God knows what the future might bring...
n____ might be shot, n____ might be tri-flamed...
n____ might survive, if he bout that right flame...
With somethin' that'll stop a n____ from playin,
Somethin' like a chopper or a grenade in his hand,
Boy, look, n____ don't play no games no mo..
n____'ll bust ya' head if you bang his ho..
Attitude adjustments, do y'all need,
Don't call in the enforcements, n____ call me,
I bet'cha I'll get them n____s off yo block,
I bet'cha I'll show them n____s this boy hot...

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to f___ with me....
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot,
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,...

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 s___ over, brah.
Ain't no b____es 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 killa's 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,
n____s drive by, gettin loose,
Beefin' with each other like a checker board in use,
Up in Compton or the Watts, n____..
Up in New York, ya keep'em open watch n____..
Fo' ya'll 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 (alien)...

(Hook)
(Electronic Voice) Seeeee.....
You don't want to f___ with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to f___ with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to f___ with me....
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,
(You don't want to f___ with me.... with me....)

(Electronic Voice)
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...