Good Morning America H.O.T. Ones (Ft. Cam'ron)

[Don]
I dont fuck no more
Yeah nigga huuh? huuh?
Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh?
Flame thrower yeah yeah
Uhh

Niggas remind me of slappin a bunch of words
Darkness swirls, it's 20 niggas brushin curbs
Got the blocks on off nigga cautious style
Yeah you hot but I'm ??? now
Put up the gun in your mouth no more talking now
Shell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound
Hitmen, slickmen can't bang with us
Clips & spit 10 nigga aim & bust
Can't discuss, the facts just clutch your mac
Hope your mans got enough heart to bust back
Can't touch you with the words, I'ma let my gat do it
Strap with the clark, infrared attached to it
Long-out scoop see if you can dash through it
Cause when the burner split I'm burning the strip
Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip
What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats
Whaaat!?

[Cam'Ron]
Killa Killa uhh
Yo, yo, yo
I know exactly what's wrong with you
And it made me so mad I won't do that song with you
All them niggas over there, they look strong to you?
Guns look long to you?
In fact, give me your change, no longer belongs to you
Or do you stop flirting? Dip the clip in the bar, nigga pop something
Nigga outside the club you wanna pop something
Now a nigga drive through I got the pop something
Spin out the black gunning, no nigga we not running
Killa got first to count 9 mil', my gun and my bankaccount
I'm God Divine, im hard to find
I got a gutter mouth its listed nigga
From my baby mothers house
I know you loved her out, dugged her out
I wanna harden your spouse, nigga borrow my mouth
???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my gun, remaining on the run
RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa