Kuniva, Swifty McVay, Money Making ADEE - Where The Hoes At? lyrics

I'm back, it's a shame
You ain't noticed I was gone
When I'm strapped niggas know
They can't contain me, i'm strong
To my craft I'm a slave
I am east side raised so get back
I ain't tamed or the piece I'll spray
My loyalty's been abused
See the beast y'all made
Take you to war 'til you quit
And they peace signed waved
So get it straight
Don't be coming at me sideways
I roll with shooters
We hit you with at least 5 strays
I'm the block, I'm the streets
When I talk I am brief
But, I spark if it's beef
Got more soldiers than chiefs i'm a problem
The definition of real evolving we mobbin'
Trusting loyalty's door and revolving
Now it's cool to let you niggas
Know what I came for been at the range more
I upgraded my aim more
I'm famous for letting my 40 flame on
Fuck you making it rain for
I'll brush your teeth with a chainsaw

I got homies on standby
Ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers
'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak
Talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?

I'm a beast
You a hoe on these streets yeah they know
Put this heat to your fleece, cock it back
Let it go we the truth, you a lie
Pinocchio in your flows
I'm hostile, ain't no mission impossible
I groan on these streets and I'm wiser
Powerful third eye to spot these
Player haters and coppers, no binoculars
You ain't popular 'cause you popped a guy
You known in the hood for being hospitalised
Easy to die i'm not to be fucked with
You lie on your dick
You the type to take a trick
To cinema and tongue kiss
See where are the fathers and
Role models and mobsters
To teach these guys not to
Grow up with that nonsense
I'm tired of these bastards that
Be claiming they honours
They imposters and they ain't getting
Shit but a bomb print
Across they face, you ain't a boss you fake
You a bitch
I see your mama made a awful mistake nigga

I got homies on standby
Ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers
'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak
Talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?

We can talk, let's converse, I'm the illest
I'm the worst i can tell you I'm the realest
Who done never penned a verse
I can speak about seeing dead
Homies tossed in the hearse
Seen killers throw up a prayer
Never set foot in church
I can tell you how niggas happy
Sitting next to the man
Jumping through Hula-Hoops and grinning for
That check in his hand
Or how these bitches be setting these
Ballers up to get 'em knocked
And why are these so called "ballers"
So chummy with the cops
How the tryna monopolise
Depopulate and harm us
Pushing dope and how they tryna disarm us
In fact all of it gotta
Come back 'cause it's karma
Ever notice Satan always appears as a charmer
I'm bombing, please
Don't compare me to none of these artists
Get my Phillip Drummond on and
Start sonning these artists
I done took all I can
Take from you fake niggas
Now you screaming out you a rider
Well these are the breaks nigga

I got homies on standby
Ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers
'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak
Talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck that deep shit nigga
Where the hoes at? Fuck all that tough talk
Nigga where the hoes at?