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letra de hoes aint just hoes - dj sound

(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

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