Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't No H*es , by - Twista. Release date: 16.09.2007
Song language: English
Ain't No H*es |
| Buck Buck Buck Buck Buck Right Back At Your Ass |
| For The 07 We On Some New Shit |
| Now You Have Tried And You Have Died |
| So From Now On, The Midwest Is Unified |
| And We Bout To Hit You Wit Some Shit Like This |
| Standin firmly on the corner like a soulja |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| (Niggas ain’t no hoes) |
| In a circle, sippin' henny, smokin' dojah |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta hit em, What you runnin for |
| What you runnin for |
| (Nigga what You runnin for) |
| Now you fuckin with a Cleaveland killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a Chi-Town killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a 99 killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a K-Town killa (killa) |
| What you know about grown thugs, Bone Thugs N Harmony |
| Ima be lettin everybody know about it |
| Steady trippin and bitchin over stylez when we shoulda been getting gwop |
| I ain’t no motherfuckin ho about it |
| Now take a shot of patron sit back and zone |
| On some niggas united cause we the shit when we spit |
| Early on all the vision was hazy |
| Now its just Krayzie and Layzie Wish and Twis in this bitch |
| We be snappin so accurate with the lyrics when we pop it we make everybody |
| Go nuts, Nigga hold up, got the competition sewed up, go get me something to |
| roll up |
| And I spit it for my niggas and bitches I know in the ghetto |
| And all of my ballers and my family doing fed time |
| And everybody thats hating on the science of this alliance |
| For violence high instance I’ll show you its bed time |
| Crack to herbs, sendin niggas back to work |
| Bone thugs you can’t ask for more |
| Gotta hit em with what the fans asking for |
| Ain’t no way that you can fuck with the fantastic four |
| Niggas dont wanna see me, cause they know that ima do ya |
| And leave you totally crushed |
| When I told Mr. Ouija that I wanna know my future |
| He told me that it was us now what you talkin bout |
| Standin firmly on the corner like a soulja |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| (Niggas ain’t no hoes) |
| In a circle, sippin' henny, smokin' dojah |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta hit em, What you runnin for |
| What you runnin for |
| (Nigga what You runnin for) |
| Now you fuckin with a Cleaveland killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a Chi-Town killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a 99 killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a K-Town killa (killa) |
| Now everybody wanna know about it |
| If its certified, they heard it through the gravevine |
| Could it really be real, is it a rumor or a straight lie |
| Proof is in the music so you can’t deny we changing times (why) |
| History is in the making nigga get ready for this thug invasion |
| And lots of money making |
| Hundred millions we could learn to make a killin real niggas |
| And too bad for the contenders |
| We can spit it, and go round for round (round for round) |
| Take em straight back to the underground (underground) |
| Bone and Twist on some shit like this |
| Make a nigga stop quick like whats that sound (whats that sound) |
| You fanna hear a nigga really fuckin dope |
| And got that nigga Twista creepin on the cause |
| Swisha full of bud |
| Give a nigga love |
| Feel it through the blood |
| This is for the Thugs (what) |
| Maintain all day on the paper chase |
| The fame came but I rather just take the pay |
| Man I rather take the millions and not be out on the market |
| Or a target for a killing, really |
| So my tech-9 right there when you test mine |
| Immediatley stretched out |
| We breathe for the Mid-West side |
| Standin firmly on the corner like a soulja |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| (Niggas ain’t no hoes) |
| In a circle, sippin' henny, smokin' dojah |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta hit em, What you runnin for |
| What you runnin for |
| (Nigga what You runnin for) |
| Now you fuckin with a Cleaveland killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a Chi-Town killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a 99 killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a K-Town killa (killa) |
| Look at these killas tonight |
| My dawgs with a little drama that a nigga had to witness through the business |
| Trying to trap us in this music game |
| Can never be defeated |
| We all beleive in Jesus and he helps us when we need it |
| And thats how we made it through this thang |
| Who woulda thought that Lil Layzie and Twis |
| Midwest Invasion woulda brought us to this |
| Spit yo game talk yo shit you kno just who you fuckin with |
| The realest that could spit it, dig it, now here goes another hit |
| Cleveland niggas always been on the grind |
| Chicago niggas always been on the grind |
| Like Makaveli’s Thug Nation ain’t no time being wasted |
| Sayin a nigga gotta take it so Im going for mine |
| Now could it be that it was already written |
| Smokin on the dro but I know I ain’t trippin |
| Glass full of henny with a pocket full of money |
| This is real as you get it, ain’t a damn thang funny |
| Real niggas do real thangs, it dont stop |
| Real niggas play no games on my block |
| Say Im fuckin with you |
| Better beleive its Bone and Twista for my homies, for my niggas |
| I make that thang pop |
| (Pop pop pop) |
| Ready when the trouble knock |
| (Knock knock knock) |
| Souljas from the double Glock |
| (Glock Glock Glock) |
| Always gonna keep it hot |
| (Hot hot hot) |
| We takin control of yo shit |
| Standin firmly on the corner like a soulja |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| Gotta show em that we ain’t no hoes |
| (Niggas ain’t no hoes) |
| In a circle, sippin' henny, smokin' dojah |
| Let it ride on them niggas |
| Gotta hit em, What you runnin for |
| What you runnin for |
| (Nigga what You runnin for) |
| Now you fuckin with a Cleaveland killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a Chi-Town killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a 99 killa (killa) |
| Now you fuckin with a K-Town killa (killa) |
| Killa |
| Killa |
| Killa |
| Killa… |