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natas – don’t gimme no h.a.n. lyrics

(all talking at once)

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

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

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

[moebadis]
hoe -ss n-gga!

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

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

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

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

[tnt]
for real! none of this sh-t n-gga! 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-gga what!

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

[mastamind]
i got your card pulled, b-tch you all about some bullsh-t
need to get yo -ss beat like a slave with a bull whip
i don’t need no hoes around me but to f-ck em
n-ggas talkin about me behind my back i never trust em
then the b-tch -ss n-ggas wanna turn me in
out of retaliation i ride on em, you turned, it’s been a
nation of k!llers is born, hoe -ss n-ggas 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 k!ll me
but they hans and never feel me
my sh-t is too deep to tread
i need a, hoe -ss n-gga wit me like i need a hole in my head

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

[moebadis]
youse a small change n-gga, standin around
youse a hoe -ss n-gga, that 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-gga
always bluffin, penny pinchin, -ss kissin, no hoe gettin
think about it n-gga, youse a ? -ss n-gga
hoe -ss n-gga
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-ggas who be real with they sh-t
hoe -ss n-ggas so illegit
youse a hoe -ss n-gga you lived a hoe -ss life
you got some hoe -ss kids, and a hoe -ss wife
my n-ggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
we make the type of sh-t doubelievengod
if you a real m-th-f-cka n-gga blaze the gans
and tell them hoe -ss n-ggas
don’t gimme no hans

[tnt]
word came round there’s a price on my head
said these n-ggas 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-ggas break em down to they knees
let these n-ggas 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-ggas 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-ggas 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-gga, everybody know you
they hate your ways, and the things you do
youse a hoe -ss n-gga, that perpetrated
you must be a playa to be playa hated
youse a hoe -ss n-gga, gettin suited and booted
you look like a fool… that the scene recruited
rj watkins in here… nat morris

[tnt]
these hoe -ss n-ggas

[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-ggas in jail
f-ck them hoe -ss n-ggas!
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-ggas 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 they 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-gga 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-ggas 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-ggas 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!
i’m all about real estate, and how much cash a n-gga can get
n0body knows i’m insane
i be the u-n-h-o-l-y, n-gga 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-gga never had a record deal
bruce wayne esham, unholy n-gga
three souls trapped inside the homicide
in the lyric i wrote, i never lied i collide
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-gga 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 k!llas 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-ggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time
i’m out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
n-ggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal
esham, the black devil, b-tch i’m the man
all my n-ggas in highland park smoke the gan
i’m a street politician on a mission to k!ll
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-gga 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-gga don’t ask me
two keys in my ch-ssis
just hit the ditch in the d-mn don m-ssey
the pump 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-ggas 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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