Too Hott

[Intro] R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby We gon miss you P-A-T, rest in peace baby Everybody knows, it wasn't your time to go [Verse 1: Mr. 3-2] Much love and we'll never forget you, P-A-T Now you in a better place, with G-O-D The deep memories, won't stop going through my mind Wishing we could parlay, just one more time It make a G start crying, just like a lil' baby To see his partna gone, my heart goes to the T. Lady And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool So rest in peace my partna, and that's from Mr. 3-2 [Verse 2: C-Note] I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-T We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I'm all alone Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time And in this rhyme ain't enough lines, to explain how I feel We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Verse 3: Lil' O] You couldn't understand my mind's, on a whole 'nother level I'm in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil I'm a rebel, with a worthy cause I'm trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl That's why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall It ain't fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed I'll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil' O gon ball, he'd want that [Verse 4: Al-D] Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyes You can't give a man life, so why you gon take a man out P-A-T, S.U.C. gon make that dream come true Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain't no fronting or faking At least now you ain't gotta see, all this hating Much love homie, from the whole H-Town You brought peace to the Click, and it's gon' still go down [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Verse 5: Clay-Doe] We won't stop, but baby you was so close to the top I couldn't wait for you to drop, so we could body rock But our God, is a jealous one And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof And to my G's before I pass, you never know Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe P-A-T [Verse 6: Big Pokey] We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage I done turned the damn page, seen the hearse and the cage Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter I confess I'm a mess, so much pain in my chest Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest F-A no way, I could ever forget Put your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to this [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Verse 7: Mike D] Ain't no way in hell, I'ma deal with that You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me I'ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T Southside to the playas, don't die Only multiply, with paper in our eye And don't worry baby, I'ma keep all this under control But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio [Verse 8: Willl-Lean] Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone And really think, who the ones they stepping on Like Capone you'll be known, as a living legend Fat Pat rest in peace, cause all G's go to heaven [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Verse 9: Lil' Keke] I'm too hot to drop, you marks must of forgot I've been blessed with success, it ain't no taking my spot Fakers plot ands scheme, but I'm living they dream P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club But I still got love, and I'ma complete the mission Rest in peace, from the whole Commission [Verse 10: Big Steve] F-A-T, you was the realest to me And ain't nobody, stopping what was meant to be See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life I'ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking Open up they eyes, so the world could see The Southside's, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T I love ya [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Verse 11: H.A.W.K.] Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding So clean four 18's, knocking off side molding Can't stand it can't handle it, I'm hurting god damn it Of these niggas cruel ways, on this bullshit planet Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams'll come true Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock But as long as I'm here, they gon still body rock It don't stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder Lil' Pat and the family, they gon' ride on my shoulder I told you it's before, and that's the way it's gon be Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T [Chorus: Big Moe] These streets are too hot, too hot baby These streets are hot, hot, hot We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Too hot, too hot lately Too many my partnas, gone to early graves [Outro: Ronnie Spencer & Big Moe] And I'm talking bout the Southside Stop killing eachother, baby Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah Oooooooh-oooh Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating Stop haaaa-ting (so hot baby)