Mannie Fresh - f** These Hoez lyrics

[Mannie] Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Run it like this [Verse One] I don't sweat no b**hes, I only issue dick I only dick in the splits, I never have been a trick I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo b**h, I be home too, so how the f** I'ma do for you Alize and Tanquerae had my dick ready The jelly heavy, greasy Cause when it's tight it tease me Cause I nut easy, b**h please me and s** Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my f**in nut Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby b**h ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me Wanna rep, lets see ya play me Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me My old ho, I had to ex the b**h, she got grazed When a n***a sprayed, so get on ya way, good day I ain't no good, I'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin Gots too much game to be slippin No trickin, just dickin, p**y, I gots to have it But before I get money, I supply my f**in habit B.G. jockin? Never, b**h you can't handle Have fakes and they done, the b**h gets a** broke That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced I knock the p**y out, then I shoot straight for the mouth It's no doubt, I gets dirty, say b**h, how you figga? Call me a real a**, dog a**, dick servin n***a [Chorus]2x I don't give a f** about a ho, cause da b**h ain't sh** A ho 'gon be a ho, a b**h 'gon be a b**h Stay above da ho, don't love da ho If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho [Verse Two] n***a k** dat conversation bout yo ho you say I f**ed She tryin to duck But I f**ed and n***a what You trippin on my set and you disrespectin n***a better steppin fo' I leave dat a** wet and You upsettin my f**in nerve, I relent, that chopper leave you wet and Knock yo sh** loose in a second p**y protectin, I f** baby mamas in this section Concert reckin, Bill Board chartin wit Black Connection In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in Them n***as from China bringin it in on a boat and I snort that dopeman, but I ain't broke man, I thought you knew that I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat Knock yo crew flat off the top, I get high and shoot back Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why I do that Tryin to get my loot fat, then I take it to the street Interrupt my paper chasin then I'll take ya to the street Ain't no fakin, n***a I'm erasin playa hatin Rapin ya for ya life Tryin to earn OG stripes You hoes know you be feelin me Trill n***a, real as can be Yo ??? get spilled n***a Cash Money Records representin to tha finish Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullsh**tin Respect my mind, I'll put ya life to a endin I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin Approach me b**h, we both supposed to be men and I got the Mac-10 and the Mac-9 and n***a try me Drama to Cash Money, Hot Boyz, that's a hobby [Chorus] [Verse Three] I ain't lovin no mans daughter, I f** a ho and ride I stay high til I die, I lay dat pipe down then bye You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps I f** white, black, Hispanic and japs My dick is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home BG and L.T. be teamin up and trainin I toss a ho, he toss a ho, Cash Money, weed, and drainin Stay in line ho, get ya mind right b**h Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, n***a off in ya sh** That's how real n***as play it All these rookies can't take it Ya'll outdated, CMB can't be faded Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel Hardest Hot comin, ho I represent the real Bat a b**h up, Smack a b**h up Get buck, try to rush me, I'll back a b**h up Serve coke by the pound, B.G. get down V.L. locked up, he'll touch down My motherf**in round Uptown is where I'm from, V.L. is where we be A.K.s is what we pack, the title is B.G Head bussin n***as, examples we settin All these fake n***as threatin Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em But I'm checkin 'em [Spoken: B.G.] f** these b**hes Dick s**in hoes These hoes ain't dishin nothin but some good mouth Off Top... These bow-lows, ho Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth [Mannie] What, What What, What What, What Yeah [the B.G.] Some of these n***as is b**hes too [Mannie] Don't love ya Don't need ya So why the f** would I feed ya? [the B.G.] What's up? My n***a K.C. got 10 year for doggin these hoes 76, William B. in this motherf**er [Mannie] Bet it, man Understand, bet it, man