Hot lyrics

Yeah

Who will be standing when the smoke clears?



(KRS-One)--> Redman




Word up!
What's up with this?

We're coming through

Boogie Down style, kid

What's up


This is KRS-One
The light at the end of the tunnel



Yo, they not HOT, all they do is talk a lot
That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block?



That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not HOT, a real MC you're not

I'm HOT, been hot, repeatedly heated

Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated

You got these kids gased up like you own the inventory

Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin the whole story


Tell em how you borrow from everyone you knew
And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you

That's not hot, tell em how you love bein pop

Cause you was so broke before, sleepin cold on a cot

You don't rock, you grab money
Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys


It's about to get ugly


I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs
You wanna be a thug? Let's thug

First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers

Captains speak to captains


Lieutenant/lieutenant, cool?

But your first mistake is: he's steppin to me, rookie
Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool

Who really got these streets on lock?

Whose name really holds high respect on the block?

Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix?

Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks?
I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies


I study the ways of God, you studyin titties

And ass, I pity your class

Cause you come out with a blast


But you're trash, so you really don't last


They not HOT, all they do is talk a lot

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block?


That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not HOT, a real MC you're not
They not HOT, all they do is talk a lot



That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block?
That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops

That's not HOT, a real MC you're not

This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets

You weak, you ain't really rockin these beats

You ?????, you dress straight, eat straight

But you're a slave, and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank

G-o-d we thank, we watch what we sell

You better hope these Christians are wrong cause you goin to hell

Think about that when you're spittin your raps

And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back

You're not HOT, all you do is talk a lot

That's not HOT, where's your respect on the block?

That's HOT, not cause you're friends with the cops
That's not HOT, a real MC you're not


What's HOT?
(KRS-One)


That's HOT!

What's HOT?


(KRS-One)
That's HOT!

Who's HOT?

(KRS-One)

That's HOT!

Where's your respect on the block?

[ *scratching of* ]

(KRS-One need to be runnin for office

So Butta-Pican Rican, tell em to get off it)--> Redman