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dj sound – hoes aint just hoes lyrics

(intro)
[dj sound + k!llin mothaf+ckaz remix plays in the background]
+coughs+ mane i’m high than a mothaf+cka
what’s up player 1, whats up mane
mane, what’s up
mane, a n+gga high than a mothaf+cka mane
i wonder if that d+mn fool still up under the mothaf+ckin’ car mane
wonder if that d+mn n+gga still alive
is this mothaf+cka still+
ay+ aye n+gga?
n+gga you still alive up under there?
+m+ffled screaming+
aye b+tch, shut your mouth
mane this mothaf+cka still alive up under here mane
aye mane i gotta go k!ll this b+tch mane
this mothaf+cka still+
mothaf+cka still alive mane!
yeah sound bump him on the curb mane
bump him on that curb mane
k!ll this b+tch

(hook)
hoes+ hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
busta n+ggas talking busta n+ggas talking busta n+ggas
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys
(verse 1: lil bay)
hoes ain’t just hoes it’s some n+ggas with they d+cks tucked up under
no wonder, how can a trick b+tch come run up
to k!llaz, out of frayser, that’s flat+foot, that’ll lay ya
on ya backside, when we ride on any mothaf+cka that’s weak
you suckas better watch out for the clique, cause we splittin’ wigs
sittin’ back watchin’ this n+gga get they own mothaf+ckin’ wig
(calm down lil bay) f+ck that, i’m here to cut em’ now
(go on my n+gga and put some gas to the f+ckin’ fire)
(gunshots) you can’t f+ck with lil bay, see
i told you once i’m a real n+gga and you b+tches gone have to k!ll me
cause i’m comin’ harder than ever, never, never will i fold up
you tried to pull my hoe card, you got this n+gga f+cked up
now draw that old pump, and let me see what the h+ll you got
and don’t hesitate, if your ass don’t make a move then you gotta die
boom, blast, rat+at+at, ping pop, trick
drop b+tch, or your ass gonna have to deal with the f+ckin’ cl!ck
settling all this sh+t, like some mothaf+ckin cowboys
so don’t get mad when i call you a hoe just bring on the f+ckin’ noise

(hook)
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
(verse 2: bl++dy bones)
it’s my turn to bust, a rap about these n+ggas with generic nuts
feel the blast from the f+ckin’ tone, it’s on, feel the hot bullet as it breaks through your f+cking bones
bl++dy bones, taking hoes out, drop them dead, on they back and puttin’ that pistol in his mouth
now that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout, n+ggas talking all that sh+t, and still get they wig split
aiming at yo mothaf+ckin’ jugular, with my
15 shot glock bust a hoe, buckle up
n+ggas try to clown over petty sh+t
pop goes the glock, leaving yo guts lookin’ like spaghetti, b+tch
f+ck the backseat or the mothaf+ckin’ trunk, tie him up
under the mothaf+ckin’ bumper, do ’bout 90 over speed bumps
gut his ass and leave his ass a bl++dy mess
face, crushed up, and his f+cking wrist stretched
when you see me comin’ strike a pose like a hoe, see
my n+gga, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g

(hook)
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys

(verse 3: n+gga creep)
hoeish ass n+gga, i’m just tired of this talking sh+t
time to let you bustas know that n+gga creep ain’t taking it
grab my glock, once a n+gga drop, ain’t got no time to make my cheese
busta ass n+ggas be talkin’ that sh+t, like i said they known as enemies
so plan to see, before i jump yo house and shoot ya momma up
i don’t really give a care cause i’m a devil worshipper
(?) then i’m puttin’ these n+ggas in my f+ckin’ trunk
leave a n+gga all smoked out, until his mothaf+ckin’ body funk
grab containers and a strainer, put some salt in your blood
grab a cup and sit right back cause that would keep me higher than the bud
my n+ggas dropping bodies like they workin’ for the ups
b+tches (?) cause i k!ll like federal express
n+ggas constantly sayin’ they get some bread, and it ain’t gone be sh+t
now you ducks want to be my friend cause i’m riding cutlass on you tricks
so to all you devil+facing n+ggas all up in my face, i’mma stuff this thizzang down your throat, now try to say yo grace
(hook)
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g

(verse 4: dirty red)
beat them hoes, beat them tricks, drop they bodies off in the ditch
let em’ know its the 94, and n+ggas ain’t taking no sh+t
no regrets, no remorse, cause k!llers ain’t got no love b+tch
you just realized that you’s a victim of this thug sh+t
slugs tricks, in a b+tch for stepping up to a trill one
steal one, steal one, to let you know i’m for real son
n+ggas, it’s on, you bustas have entered the danger zone
real sh+t, thick sh+t, the sh+t that’ll make a cop quit
his job, p+ss em’ off
n+ggas, k!llaz, i’m coming like a gorilla
in the jungle, on a vine, on a vine, on a vine
(gunshots) i gots to get mine
c+ck my nine, it’s time, for a k!lling
a lot of blood spilling, cause you done crossed dirty red the villain
drillin’ n+ggas in the head, with my f+ckin’ infrared
down on the spot, cause these mark, lame, b+tches got a n+gga hot
boom, boom, i k!lled every b+tch, in the room
zoom from the spot, cause the swat got hot
now i’m on the run, these b+tches and bustas are trying to play me
it’s gonna be a murder, a f+ckin’ 187 g
dead bodies laying around, smoke from the .357 round
you shouldn’t have crossed a n+gga, you made me turn cold k!lla
spiller of the blood, of the guts like a robin hood
b+tch you should’ve recognized from the first place that it ain’t no love

(hook)
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just+
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes
busta+ busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes
busta+ busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
busta n+ggas talking jealous, two+faced ass boys
hoes ain’t just hoes, it’s some n+ggas thats some hoes g
busta n+ggas talking busta n+ggas talking busta n+ggas

- dj sound lyrics

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