Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clear Tha Set, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 26.07.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clear Tha Set |
| See I be ridin' on the block in the lex bubble |
| Ready to come out the trunk and make yo chest buckle |
| When I come I lay the sprays wit K’s by the truck load |
| Should’ve got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle |
| Now yall was on the block with shot gunz |
| But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz |
| Dressed in black… Long hair… Long gaks… Lights off no stun’n |
| Pack to the back, no mask, I’m thuggin' |
| (What!)What u wan' do, if yo ribs start bussin |
| Then 20 mo' nigga’s follow in hummer’s, so ain’t nothin' |
| (Look!)17 ward is where I grew up at |
| So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at |
| I blew up that CMB so respect my peeps |
| Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets |
| Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death |
| A little more than you expect nigga… I clear da set |
| You know they say Lil Wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads |
| Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead |
| Dem… dem…really shouldn’t try Lil Wayne cuz he will play with K’s |
| And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate |
| Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames |
| They… They all got burnt, couldn’t can’t stand the heat |
| I bet none of them (?) jackers ain’t gone test Lil Wayne |
| Cuz I… I clear the set messin' wit' me |
| I find a nigga where he stay |
| Cock my iron release and spray |
| We gone ride or we gone play |
| Its on my mind nigga anyday |
| Make you die where you lay |
| Try me and see what shakes |
| Why nigga I ain’t fake |
| Bahdi bye bye now fly away |
| With them blood claw… lawd (lord) |
| The M-O-B will take them nuts off… lawd |
| The must really think this is checkers boy… But why |
| But to be this hot when u play wit' a peppa boy… Now cry |
| Look… Look…I don’t mean no harm |
| But u might think I’m wrong |
| But if u play with me and my click, you’ll blow up like a bomb |
| I… I upset yo home |
| Throw slugz at yo dome |
| Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome braid my hair and its on |
| Yall lil boys shouldn’t come against the uptown assasin |
| Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon |
| Soulja bandana wit' bannana clips to fit in my sweeper |
| Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater |
| Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy |
| Keep a dub sack, hey boy |
| Come to irritate yo day, boy |
| Watch yo chest seperate, boy |
| When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots |
| And done kill them blood Clots… What the deal |
| Yall niggas wants some more of wit this |
| Killas like us will take it to you front door with this |
| See hittin' corners ain’t no real biggie |
| I’m use to be set in that water wit my still flippin' |
| I’m pistol grippin'…ridin wit my grill glisten |
| Niggas done caught up in beef .till they still missin' |
| Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin' |
| A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin' bout he gone kill yo Ms.'s |
| Now peep it out |
| We gone clear da set but watch’em (sweep!!!) sweep it out |
| I’m cheap and cheaper and cops bustin' in yo people house |
| If the nigga wan' play I turn batter to flour |
| So nigga clear the set and bout 5 after the hour |
| I make’em watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!) go up in flames |
| They.They all got burnt they can’t stand the heat |
| I bet none of them (?) jackers ain’t gone test Lil' Wayane |
| Cuz I… I clear the set messin' wit' me |
| With the blood claw… lawd (lord) (repeat 3x) |
| Hot Boys untamed Guerillas… what!!! |