Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Victory

Can U Make It Hot Lyrics

(feat. Mo Unique)

 [Verse One]

 We comin back to the scene with, no love

 Players to pimps and, mo' thugs

 Chi-Town people we, stay plugged

 Awwww yeahhh, that's us

 Pardon my expression, baby love us

 The typical niggaz that, run through

 But don't let the typical niggaz, run you

 Money ain't a thang baby, that's true

 And how much money could, serve you

 For the lucci baby that, burn you?

 When the streets is cold, this shit get hot

 Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot

 Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks

 Roam the street, like a rottweiler

 Remember Joe Pe-sci, I'm a Goodfella

 Goin all out, what my daddy tell us

 The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous

 Infatuatin nigga's quality

 Characteristic pimpology

 And I been around the world on a oddysey

 So obviously, I live with the pledge

 It don't bother me, it don't bother me

 So obviously, and obviously

 I live with the pledge it don't bother me, c'mon

 

 [Chorus: (female singers)]

 

 Can you make it hot like this?

 Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa

 Can you make it hot like this?

 Can you make it hot like this?

 Can you make it hot like this?

 Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you're, pa-pa

 Can you make it hot like this? ..

 

 [Verse Two]

 Check it out y'all

 One-two, one-two, who you?

 Ain't no jackin us, that's true

 Got 'spect taken away, you get loot

 Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped

 Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em

 Put your fingers in the air and say, "Ya-ya"

 All my ladies say, "Ya-YA!"

 Poppa to me baby like, "Pa-pa"

 Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe's

 Lesbians in Lucci suits

 Can I make it hot like this? (AHH)

 Can I make it hot like that? (OHH)

 See I'ma put it in mo', so, it be cold

 Somethin like superior when I'm bustin the flow'll

 Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes)

 I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low

 Can't have the po-po catchin up

 But I can't picture us ridin bus

 Give you somethin make you scream

 Like the stuff from the triple beam

 Hit the scene baby and get the green baby

 And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby

 When we rock prop stop drop

 Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT?

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse Three - Mo Unique]

 Uh oh it's the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E

 Comin straight out of Phil-ly

 So you wanna make it hot like me?

 Wanna go toe to toe with me?

 Whether I'm rockin the industry

 Cause cain't nobody do it better than me

 Who got capacity to break it down

 Thinkin we weak in the knees?

 Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty

 Stop it Dunn cause you're killin me

 Picture me ballin, niggaz ain't ready

 Straight get jiggy when I rock the party

 Got the audacity to wanna battle with me

 But them skills you posess you could never compete

 Watch this low right here, fools like honey

 Had that body shakin from your head to feet

 Chickenheads comin up, Elmo's can't see

 Started a fire, but I'ma bring the heat

 Make it hot non-stop

 From the door to the rooftop

 Papi don't stop til these haters drop

 And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot

 Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode

 To grab your soul, put you under my control

 

 [Verse Four]

 Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin

 With some brothers that ain't really less fortunate

 But I'm a brother that be ultimate

 I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it

 Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper

 Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome

 How many chance you sposed to get? I be the brother in the club

 That be shinin with the goldish fit

 Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real

 And I love it when you sex me up

 Don't hold me down baby, let me up

 Recognize I'm a star, you hit with the master, you in class

 But you had to cut, there be rules to the game

 If you rushin then you asked to butt

 Ain't no time for no actin up, good game get me too

 Even if you mastered what?

 I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies

 And I bang with the true thugs

 Share the wealth with my crew what? Because a Chi brother know

 That a plugged on the same dove

 Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top

 And I drop with a new cut

 Invent a style and they want that like that

 Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac

 Give it right back

 

 [Chorus (repeat to fade w/ variations)]