(Make it hot) x2  
 Uh! Uh! Ah!  
 Chorus  
 I make it hot! (How hot?) Hot enough to fry  
 (How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July  
 (Now that's hot!) Real hot  'bout a hundred and two  
 (I make it hot) Brothas won't even stand next to you  
 (Make it hot)  
 Verse 1: Danja Mowf  
 It's so hard to say goodbye  so I  
 Take with me the memory of your good try  
 You could fry like grease in the skillet  
 I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef? Kill it!  
 Squash it, coz your girl was like, "Oh my gosh!"  
 It's just the MC make my spot get hot, time to wash it  
 Do shit, coz I'm comin' through with some new shit  
 Who, shit, you? Shit! Who you talkin' to? (shit!)  
 I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew, shit  
 I get funky as ??? bottom of your shooooe (shit!)  
 Yeah yeah baby hah!  
 Tryin' to see my style is like tryin' to see to Panama!  
 NAH! Mo' like, tryin' to stop a cannon ball!  
 NAH! Mo' like, shavin' with a chainsaw!  
 NAH! Blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!)  
 I can make no sense and I can still be raw  
 Chorus x2  
 Verse 2: Lonnie B  
 Lonnie B and Danja Mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight up  
 (what!)  
 That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight up  
 Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader  
 When it's time to Set It Off, I show my ass, like Jada (uh!)  
 (Make it hot)  
 I rock like Raider (what!), hit me on my pager  
 If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava  
 Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us  
 Coz we be the Super Friendz movie makers (once in a while!)  
 I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper  
 But now I got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', I'ma take her  
 Taste her, no need to rape her  
 Oh! I'll have her kneeling like the center for the Lakers  
 I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)  
 Unless you talkin' 'bout a PlayStation or a Sega  
 And show Biz, like Markie, dis and catch the Vapors  
 Peace party people, ha haa! Catch you later  
 Chorus x2  
 We make it hot!  
 (Make it hot)  
 [Erykah Badu on "On & On"]: "The-the-the-the world keeps burning!"  
 We make it hot!  
 (Make it hot)  
 "The---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!" (uh-huh!)  
 We make it hot!  
 (Make it hot)  
 "The-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!" (uh!)  
 We make it hot!  
 "The-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!"  
 Verse 3: Danja Mowf & Lonnie B  
 I keep burning down your world  
 Long as rappers keep being wack, I unfurl  
 On the track, coz I'm like a thousand pound girl  
 Fat! Doing me is like a thousand pound curl  
 Impossible, coz I'm like a thousand pound pearl  
 Priceless, on the mic  
 Just bustin' nuts like a thousand pound squirrel  
 I hurl, a thousand MCs in the b'rrel (what!)  
 And mix 'em up and drink 'em like Moet, till I hurl!  
 Rappers don't understand, I live day to day for a battle  
 Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow  
 (uh-huh!)  
 Who you? Coz I'm that brotha who can do you  
 Quicker than sistas do the Butterfly when they hear Buju  
 Yeah, I used to goo-goo  
 Now I'm that rapper tappin' asses, like toilet water splashes when you  
 doo-doo  
 All y'all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)  
 Are just like blind men having sex  
 You don't know who you fuckin' with!  
 (Hoo! I don't even believe you sayin' that Shug!)  
 Go ahead, coz I'm just tryin' to make hot  
 (How hot?) Hot enough to fry  
 (How hot?) Hotter than your front porch in July  
 (Now that's hot!) Real hot, 'bout a hundred and two  
 (I make it hot) Brothas won't even stand next to you  
 Chorus  
 (Make it hot) x2