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Keith Murray Hot to Def Here are the song lyrics for Hot to Def by Keith Murray. For more excellent Keith Murray lyrics, run a search! Intro: 1000 degrees hot Continuously, yeah Whos that crazy nigga Drinkin crazy pussy out of crazy straw Kicking crazy hardcore, crazy metaphors When I rap competitions perform disappearing acts Niggas ask why the squad be on it like that Cause we stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic mcs run like roaches Truthfully I think them niggas is gay Always havin a party with no dj I had to hold my head in disbelief Them short winded niggas tried to smoke the chief Of the frontal leaf keith Knowing damn well they cant win My style is rougher than army gear and old timb The east coast say ill The west coast say ill My squad is def they dont give a fuck They say kill Cause we can all sing together Thats why I pack the black gat up under the leather And keep it hot Chorus: (3x) Its 96 degrees in the shade 1000 degrees I got nuts like almond joy, like mounds you dont I say and do a lot of things some fake rappers wont Now Im the show shocker plus the show stopper Down with makin gs and all the block clockers Down with l.o.d., the motherf-ing cop droppers Down with def squad flying through your hood in choppers Yeah we done been in more shit in the past year Than the bloods and crips care to hear Ear to ear, glock to hand, mic to mouth, resuscitation Psychosomatic creation Killing off the nation of perpetration Player hating, bringin confrontation Ill shoot your hips up and make you bogle like jamaicans Im doing my thing, if you feel me do your thing Yall niggas know my style I smoke weed on trains and planes Murderous material submerging from my brain Chumpin top dollar niggas into small change And make it hot Chorus Im the unfuckwitable incredible lyrical individual Boy your not suitable I work wonders over the beats Its no wonder phony mcs pee the bed Relax your head Accomodations and compliments of the infrared Theoretically, hypothetically, practically Actually aint nobody fucking with me Ill sell your stupid ass the brooklyn bridge If you think an mc in your camp can fuck with the kid I want the sun not to shine for six months, to see who fronts While the squad light up the sky with blunts If you catch a nigger dreaming Thinking he can fuck with my enterprise Wake him up, smack em, make him apologize Cause we be on their lemonade type shit I aint no faggot but you derelicts can suck my dick I make it hot Chorus (2x)
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