Natas - Don't Gimme No H.A.N. lyrics

[All talking at once] [Esham] OK... Yo this is Detroit n***as... Highland Park [Moebadis] Man get that hoe a** n***a up out the studio, man! He sound like a b**h! [TNT] Yeah get that b**h a** n***a up outta here, man. Dick s**in a** n***a. [Moebadis] Hoe a** n***a! [Esham] That's right... we ain't f**in wit no hoe a** n***as [TNT] Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe a** n***as [Moebadis] I'll tell you like this muthaf**a I ain't want no hoe a** n***a around... [Esham] b**h you wanna ride a n***as coat tails Know what I'm sayin all the way to the top [TNT] For real! None of this sh** n***a! Gothom b**h! [Moebadis] Gothom... [Esham] b**h you better do some work! Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that [Mastamind] Youse a hoe a** n***a WHAT! [Esham] Youse a hoe a** n***a, don't gimme no HAN n***a f** your bank, and ya breath stank Youse a hoe a** n***a, all by yourself If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health Youse a hoe a** n***a, don't gimme no sh** You scurvy as hell, n***a s** the dick Youse a hoe a** n***a yeah I said that And plus my man Mastamind got my back [Mastamind] I got your card pulled, b**hes you all about some bullsh** Need to get yo a** beat like a stag, wit a bull whip I don't need no hoes around me but to f** em n***as been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em Then the b**h a** n***as wanna turn me in Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a Nation of k**ers is born, hoe a** n***as 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 k** me But they HANs and never feel me My sh** is too deep to tread I need a, hoe a** n***a wit me like I need a hole in my head [Esham] You a hoe a** n***a everybody know you (Gothom) They hate your ways, and the things you do Youse a hoe a** n***a, that perpatrated You must be a playa to be playa hated Youse a hoe a** n***a gettin suited and booted You look like somebody So Dre recruited Youse a hoe a** n***a from Osbourne High Youse a hoe a** n***a, and I can't lie [Moebadis] Youse a small change n***a, standin around Youse a hoe a** n***a, who wants to be down You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (b**h!) In case you didn't know you just a 304 'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe a** n***a Always bluffin, penny pinchin, a** kissin, no hoe gettin Think about it n***a, youse a a** n***a Hoe a** n***a You can s** my dick! All these hoes all on my motherf**in dick Askin bout the superstars... motherf**er Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin Gothom is motherf**in life [Esham] And this is for the n***as who be real with they sh** Hoe a** n***as so illegit Youse a hoe a** n***a you lived a hoe a** life You got some hoe a** kids, and a hoe a** wife My n***as thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad We make the type of sh** doubelievengod If youse a real muthaf**a n***a blaze the gans And tell them hoe a** n***as Don't gimme no HANs [TNT] Word came round there's a price on my head Said these n***as on the city streets want me dead But that's ok, player hation is a part of the game I expect this type of sh** from some mark a** lame But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease Rollin on these hoe a** n***as break em down to they knees Let these n***as know my status and I ain't no punk Hit yo a** 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 n***as know who did this sh** to you And I don't give a f** about you, or your crew Now bring it on motherf**ers 'cause we strong as steel And you motherf**in n***as know the f**in deal b**h it's Reel Life product and Gothom too b**h it's comin at yo a** son, what you gone do? [Esham] Youse a hoe a** n***a, everybody know you They hate your ways, and the things you do Youse a hoe a** n***a, that perpatrated You must be a playa to be playa hated Youse a hoe a** n***a, gettin suited and booted You look like a fool... that the scene recruited RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris [TNT] These hoe a** n***as [Esham] It's goin down like this [TNT] Hoe a** b**hes These hoe a** cops The hoe a** IRS The federellys The b**hes tryin to put me and my n***as in jail fu*k them hoe a** n***as! And you ain't stoppin us, b**h, for real Gothom baby [Mastamind] This goes out to every one of y'all None of y'all n***as 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 thay 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 b**h am I supposed to Get rolled over? I don't owe the world sh** but the last words I told ya fu*k THE WORLD let my n***a TNT tell it If that's the way the sh** is, then blaze the funkadelic Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy Lately these n***as been actin shady tryin to play me For a b**h! Die me talk a neighborhood s**a When you die they gone say you was a good motherf**a... Gotta put these n***as 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 f** it! f** wishes! I needs real things, REAL things (Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom) [Moebadis] BOOM! You dead motherf**er! You dead! (Please Stand By) [Esham] I got 'em (Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em) [Esham] 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 f** a b**h on my dick! Im all about real estate, and how much cash a n***a can get Nobody knows I'm insane I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, n***a 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, n***a never had a record deal Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy n***a Three souls trapped inside the homicide In the lyric I wrote, I never lied I could lie 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 n***a 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... b**h 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 f** that When I'm rollin with the sawed off Imma blow your head off... yeah I got those k**as on my team, plus a triple beam A bloody a** 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 n***as been bitin my style since the beginning of time I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital n***as listen to me when they want to be homicidal Esham, the black devil, b**h I'm the man All my n***as in Highland park smoke the gan I'm a street politician on a mission to k** Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill b**h I'll burn yo sh** up like a co*ktail 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 n***a 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 n***a don't ask me Two keys in my cha**is Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Ma**ey I'm up in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya I told ya motherf**in 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 1/2, but I wish it was a key I wanna be the kingpin epitome n***as 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... 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