Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Gimme No H.A.N./?, artist - Natas. Album song Multikillionaire: The Devil's Contract, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Don't Gimme No H.A.N./? |
Man get that hoe ass nigga up out the studio, man! |
He sound like a bitch! |
Yeah get that bitch ass nigga up outta here, man |
Dick suckin ass nigga |
Hoe ass nigga! |
That’s right… we ain’t fuckin wit no hoe ass niggas |
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass niggas |
I’ll tell you like this muthafucka |
I ain’t want no hoe ass nigga around… |
Bitch you wanna ride a niggas coat tails |
Know what I’m sayin all the way to the top |
For real! |
None of this shit nigga! |
Gothom bitch! |
Gothom… |
Bitch you better do some work! |
Know what I’m sayin, Gothom, all that |
Youse a hoe ass nigga WHAT! |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don’t gimme no HAN |
Nigga fuck your bank, and ya breath stank |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, all by yourself |
If you’re rich or you’re poor, through your sickness and health |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don’t gimme no shit |
You scurvy as hell, nigga suck the dick |
Youse a hoe ass nigga yeah I said that |
And plus my nigga Mastamind got my back |
I got your card pulled, bitch you all about some bullshit |
Need to get yo ass beat like a slave with a bull whip |
I don’t need no hoes around me but to fuck em |
Niggas talkin about me behind my back I never trust em |
Then the bitch ass niggas wanna turn me in |
Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it’s been a |
Nation of killers is born, hoe ass niggas 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 shit is too deep to tread |
I need a, hoe ass nigga wit me like I need a hole in my head |
You a hoe ass nigga everybody know you (Gothom) |
They hate your ways, and the things you do |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpetrated |
You must be a playa to be playa hated |
Youse a hoe ass nigga gettin suited and booted |
You look like a fool So Dre recruited |
Youse a hoe ass nigga from Osbourne High |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, and I can’t lie |
Youse a small change nigga, standin around |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that wants to be down |
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!) |
In case you didn’t know you just a 304 |
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass nigga |
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin |
Think about it nigga, youse a? |
ass nigga |
Hoe ass nigga |
You can suck my dick! |
All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick |
Askin bout the superstars… motherfucker |
Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin |
Gothom is motherfuckin life |
And this is for the niggas who be real with they shit |
Hoe ass niggas so illegit |
Youse a hoe ass nigga you lived a hoe ass life |
You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife |
My niggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad |
We make the type of shit doubelievengod |
If you a real muthafucka nigga blaze the gans |
And tell them hoe ass niggas |
Don’t gimme no HANs |
Word came round there’s a price on my head |
Said these niggas on the city streets want me dead |
But that’s ok, player hation is a part of the game |
I expect this type of shit from some mark ass lame |
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease |
Rollin on these hoe ass niggas break em down to they knees |
Let these niggas know my status and I ain’t no punk |
Hit yo ass 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 niggas know who did this shit to you |
And I don’t give a fuck about you, or your crew |
Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel |
And you motherfuckin niggas know the fuckin deal |
Bitch it’s Reel Life product and Gothom too |
Bitch it’s comin at yo ass son, what you gone do? |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, everybody know you |
They hate your ways, and the things you do |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpetrated |
You must be a playa to be playa hated |
Youse a hoe ass nigga, gettin suited and booted |
You look like a fool… that the scene recruited |
RJ Watkins in here… Nat Morris |
These hoe ass niggas |
It’s goin down like this |
Hoe ass bitches |
These hoe ass cops |
The hoe ass IRS |
The federellys |
The bitches tryin to put me and my niggas in jail |
FUCK them hoe ass niggas! |
And you ain’t stoppin us, bitch, for real |
Gothom baby |
This goes out to every one of y’all |
None of y’all |
Niggas 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 |
Bitch am I supposed to |
Get rolled over? |
I don’t owe the world shit but the last words I told ya |
FUCK THE WORLD let my nigga TNT tell it |
If that’s the way the shit is, then blaze the funkadelic |
Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy |
Lately these niggas been actin shady tryin to play me |
For a bitch! |
Die me talk a neighborhood sucka |
When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka… |
Gotta put these niggas in they place! |
Same damn thing… I just WISH… wish… wish… |
I’d have all the money… I’d spend it quickly |
Man I just wish! |
Now I say fuck it! |
Fuck wishes! |
I needs real things, REAL things |
(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom) |
BOOM! |
You dead motherfucker! |
You dead! |
(Please Stand By) |
I got 'em |
(Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em) |
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 |
Fuck a bitch on my dick! |
I’m all about real estate, and how much cash a nigga can get |
Nobody knows I’m insane |
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, nigga blow out your brains |
See I’m Gothom for life |
The black devil suicidal mind snatcher |
One day I’m gonna catch you |
I sold my soul for real |
That’s why I’m rollin in the dough, nigga never had a record deal |
Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy nigga |
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 |
Nigga Jesus |
I never trust so bust |
And ain’t no love in this world only hate and lust and uh… |
When I’m rollin wit the sawed off |
Imma blow your head off… bitch |
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 fuck 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 bloody ass 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 |
Niggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time |
I’m out of my mind, suicidal is my recital |
Niggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal |
Esham, the black devil, bitch I’m the man |
All my niggas 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 |
Bitch I’ll burn yo shit up like a cocktail 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 nigga 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 |
Nigga don’t ask me |
Two keys in my chassis |
Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey |
The pump in the back seat so I’m still lookin fo' ya |
I told ya motherfuckin 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 ½, but I wish it was a key |
I wanna be the kingpin epitome |
Niggas 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 |