Hot (Intro) (Album Version) (Album Version|Explicit)

Hot (Intro) (Album Version) - John Forte
No need to be scared you got to be prepared
No games just taking names
I got vendetta son
If I must say you need to recognize John Forte'
I want two minutes uninterrupted
Just to let you know how things go
The full on introduction listen hard
I'll put you on to somethin'
To Let all the gentlemen
And ladies finally meet the Nutzbaby
I heard the buzz lord it trapped me
With all these niggas records sounding happy
That's nonsense so even
When I smile I'm kicking street sh*t you bounce with
You want what Affiliated
With some world-reknowneders
Fifteen records gold-plated
But it's the Nutzbaby know
Your territory 'fore you play it
Is you crazy ni**a
Every ghetto block tastes this gravy
Shady niggas taste to say we unofficial
Grissle slide dog I'm certified
You rappers irk me to my heart
With a spike in every tree odyssey
Sounding like you gott-a
Be who you be Centers don't shoot a three
I hit it hard love my pain is sincere
I want revenge wanna get me Hot this year
It's to stop your career
So brothers sit straight bragging
On the air like you're dead weight
You mid-weight I'm closer to the street
Than a mix tape baby
Who you think you dealin' with
I'm known to dip on
And off many tracks as I write my own sh*t
So who fraud Speak on it god
Get the point
While your shines getting snatched in the club
I'm gettin' love In the strip joint tight
VIP all downtown New York baby
Three scoops and have 'em giggling Oops Nutzbaby
This a grown man affair
I know thugs who strip 'em bare
And do drugs like breathing air
But I rarely go there
I'm here to think quick and drink slow
For brothers that I link with got liquid
Like a flow shorties actin' stank 'til they seen the video
And wore ins with my mens
I break 'em off like bobby pins
Joyride like Spragga Benz
Only seven niggas in this close 'til death an overdose
Manage funds with number one OT's with baby guns
Chop lock with Mr Rash get laid with Freddie Suade
Nelda you do the books Pretty Pat stay paid
And to my mentor the true inventor Black Sinatra
The San Diego don Adolph with Ollie Oshe
So what the deal That the deal
I set sh*t off then peel
And when I sell a million plates we need to renegotiate
Mostly lately I'm gettin' on 'em
You're trying to break me I'm SHITTIN' on 'em
Well you can hate me 'cause I'm swift
Who the mouthpiece for beef jealous niggas just reef
You know the stat there I bless it
I ain't home leave a message
You a hoe from years ago
John Forte' ain't in the rest here
I let my mens call it for the ballers if you check it
'Cause All You Gotta Do is make a record