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natas - don't gimme no h.a.n. lyrics

[all talking at once]

[esham]
ok… yo this is detroit n-gg-s… highland park

[moebadis]
man get that hoe -ss n-gg- up out the studio, man!
he sound like a b-tch!

[tnt]
yeah get that b-tch -ss n-gg- up outta here, man.
d-ck suckin -ss n-gg-.

[moebadis]
hoe -ss n-gg-!

[esham]
that’s right… we ain’t f-ckin wit no hoe -ss n-gg-s

[tnt]
yeah, moebadis, you tell them hoe -ss n-gg-s

[moebadis]
i’ll tell you like this m-th-f-cka
i ain’t want no hoe -ss n-gg- around…

[esham]
b-tch you wanna ride a n-gg-s coat tails
know what i’m sayin all the way to the top

[tnt]
for real! none of this sh-t n-gg-! gothom b-tch!

[moebadis]
gothom…

[esham]
b-tch you better do some work!
know what i’m sayin, gothom, all that

[mastamind]
youse a hoe -ss n-gg- what!

[esham]
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, don’t gimme no han
n-gg- f-ck your bank, and ya breath stank
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, all by yourself
if you’re rich or you’re poor, through your sickness and health
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, don’t gimme no sh-t
you scurvy as h-ll, n-gg- suck the d-ck
youse a hoe -ss n-gg- yeah i said that
and plus my man mastamind got my back

[mastamind]
i got your card pulled, b-tches you all about some bullsh-t
need to get yo -ss beat like a stag, wit a bull whip
i don’t need no hoes around me but to f-ck em
n-gg-s been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em
then the b-tch -ss n-gg-s wanna turn me in
out of retaliation i ride on em, you turned, it’s been a
nation of killers is born, hoe -ss n-gg-s be gone
come to detroit, face the storm, and get rained on
you talk like you been drinkin for days
been thinkin of ways to kill me
but they hans and never feel me
my sh-t is too deep to tread
i need a, hoe -ss n-gg- wit me like i need a hole in my head

[esham]
you a hoe -ss n-gg- everybody know you (gothom)
they hate your ways, and the things you do
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, that perpatrated
you must be a playa to be playa hated
youse a hoe -ss n-gg- gettin suited and booted
you look like somebody so dre recruited
youse a hoe -ss n-gg- from osbourne high
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, and i can’t lie

[moebadis]
youse a small change n-gg-, standin around
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, who wants to be down
you get clowned like a t-tty bar hoe (b-tch!)
in case you didn’t know you just a 304
’cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe -ss n-gg-
always bluffin, penny pinchin, -ss kissin, no hoe gettin
think about it n-gg-, youse a -ss n-gg-
hoe -ss n-gg-
you can suck my d-ck!
all these hoes all on my motherf-ckin d-ck
askin bout the superstars… motherf-cker
ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
gothom is motherf-ckin life

[esham]
and this is for the n-gg-s who be real with they sh-t
hoe -ss n-gg-s so illegit
youse a hoe -ss n-gg- you lived a hoe -ss life
you got some hoe -ss kids, and a hoe -ss wife
my n-gg-s thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
we make the type of sh-t doubelievengod
if youse a real m-th-f-cka n-gg- blaze the gans
and tell them hoe -ss n-gg-s
don’t gimme no hans

[tnt]
word came round there’s a price on my head
said these n-gg-s on the city streets want me dead
but that’s ok, player hation is a part of the game
i expect this type of sh-t from some mark -ss lame
but for the situation at hand, i handle with ease
rollin on these hoe -ss n-gg-s break em down to they knees
let these n-gg-s know my status and i ain’t no punk
hit yo -ss with some slugs, and knock off some chunks
and leave yo body in a puddle of blood, lights flashin
gun blastin
i’m unmaskin my face to let you n-gg-s know who did this sh-t to you
and i don’t give a f-ck about you, or your crew
now bring it on motherf-ckers ’cause we strong as steel
and you motherf-ckin n-gg-s know the f-ckin deal
b-tch it’s reel life product and gothom too
b-tch it’s comin at yo -ss son, what you gone do?

[esham]
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, everybody know you
they hate your ways, and the things you do
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, that perpatrated
you must be a playa to be playa hated
youse a hoe -ss n-gg-, gettin suited and booted
you look like a fool… that the scene recruited
rj watkins in here… nat morris

[tnt]
these hoe -ss n-gg-s

[esham]
it’s goin down like this

[tnt]
hoe -ss b-tches
these hoe -ss cops
the hoe -ss irs
the federellys
the b-tches tryin to put me and my n-gg-s in jail
f-ck them hoe -ss n-gg-s!
and you ain’t stoppin us, b-tch, for real
gothom baby

[mastamind]
this goes out to every one of y’all
none of y’all
n-gg-s can see me
don’t ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your wheaties
i’ll lock on all of y’all
body count em till they fall
they arms too short to box wit me so thay can’t brawl
couldn’t save your life
if you had to roll the dice
can’t survive the hit out on the head so pay the price
nights are gettin colder
as the days are gettin shorter
walkin round ready for war ’cause i’m a soldier
b-tch am i supposed to
get rolled over?
i don’t owe the world sh-t but the last words i told ya
f-ck the world let my n-gg- tnt tell it
if that’s the way the sh-t is, then blaze the funkadelic
legends, sedate me ‘fore my mind goes crazy
lately these n-gg-s been actin shady tryin to play me
for a b-tch!
die me talk a neighborhood sucka
when you die they gone say you was a good motherf-cka…
gotta put these n-gg-s in they place!
same d-mn thing… i just wish… wish… wish…
i’d have all the money… i’d spend it quickly
man i just wish!
now i say f-ck it! f-ck wishes!
i needs real things, real things

(gothom, gothom, gothom, i wish, gothom, gothom, gothom, gothom)

[moebadis]
boom! you dead motherf-cker! you dead!

(please stand by)

[esham]
i got ’em

(got ’em, gothom, got ’em, got ’em)

[esham]
i got ’em
i got ’em, got ’em, got ’em
i got ’em
i got ’em, got ’em, got ’em
i got ’em, got ’em, got ’em
f-ck a b-tch on my d-ck!
im all about real estate, and how much cash a n-gg- can get
n-body knows i’m insane
i be the u-n-h-o-l-y, n-gg- blow out your brains
see i’m gothom for life
the black devil suicidal mind sn-tcher
one day i’m gonna catch you
i sold my soul for real
that’s why i’m rollin in the dough, n-gg- never had a record deal
bruce wayne esham, unholy n-gg-
three souls trapped inside the homicide
in the lyric i wrote, i never lied i could lie
to the dead souls of all those who died, i tried
i don’t want to die with my eyes closed
and when the .45 slug connect, i resurrect
n-gg- jesus
i never trust so bust
and ain’t no love in this world only hate and l-st and uh…
when i’m rollin wit the sawed off
imma blow your head off… b-tch
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… no f-ck that
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… yeah
i got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
a bl–dy -ss pistol and a half ‘scalene
i done seen
more then your eyes can dream
i’m the future
won’t hesitate to shoot ya
pollute ya mind kidnapped, and rewind
n-gg-s been bitin my style since the beginning of time
i’m out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
n-gg-s listen to me when they want to be homicidal
esham, the black devil, b-tch i’m the man
all my n-gg-s in highland park smoke the gan
i’m a street politician on a mission to kill
gasoline around your house this ain’t no fire drill
b-tch i’ll burn yo sh-t up like a c-cktail to a crack house
it ain’t nowhere to run from the gun that’s
held in the hand by the man called satan
and when you want to die n-gg- i’ll be waitin with the…
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… that’s right, just, pop
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off
n-gg- don’t ask me
two keys in my ch-ssis
just hit the ditch in the d-mn don m-ssey
i’m up in the back seat so i’m still lookin fo’ ya
i told ya motherf-ckin mama it was nice to know ya
mental telepathy tellin me i need therapy
got voices in my head don’t need to take me out my misery
i’m 2 1/2, but i wish it was a key
i wanna be the kingpin epitome
n-gg-s don’t consider me number 1 contender
so i must whip out my glock and make em surrender
poison your mind with the sickness in my rhyme
designer of the flatline, walk through time and uh…
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… yo
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… i’m lookin for you
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off… uh
when i’m rollin with the sawed off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off
imma blow your head off

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