Ho Shit

Bite the motherfucking bullet as I pull it
Here I come, biggity-boom, biggity-boom
Watch you motherfuckers duck
Take a dance with the devil, motherfucker, here I come again
007, Your local 5th Wardian

Coming with the boom from my motherfucking Glock
With my nigga Lo-Life and my nigga E-Rock
Niggity-not, niggity-not
Hold your motherfucking dope
Yo, you better think twice before you test the Double O
Huh, step into the mind of this motherfucking lunatic
Fiending for a murder and I think I need a fix
But yo, I'm not a trick, I kick it like a nigga should

And I'm not Spice 1, but I be chilling in my neighborhood
So what you think about that? Huh
I told you back in '92 that I was bringing niggas hats

And I ain't no punk bitch (Tell 'em, dope)
I'm straight out that 5th Ward, bitch

And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)

E-Rock is busting bodies, blood dripping on the concrete
Bullets are falling rapidly, stuck up in a deep sleep
Stressing all that bullshit, that bullshit ain't none
'Cause I'm the quicker picker upper, quick to break your ass off
So I'm breaking 'em off a piece of the motherfucking rock
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down
Fucking around with the underground
Murder, murder, murder, Mr. Mr. Dirty Harry

Shells are dropping fast from the shotgun I carry
Flip the trigger tight like a motherfucking girdle
I got the figgity-fever of the flavor of a murder

Blasting, blasting, blasting 'cause the shit is getting drastic
E-Rock the stupid fuck is putting them hoes up in plastic
Coming out smooth, hurting 'em like a Smith & Wesson
But yo, I'm not a punk, so label me a deadly weapon
A knuckleheaded nigga coming straight from the Nickel
I'm cracking necks and backs and making 'em cruch like a pickle
You think you wanna step, then bring it on, face the Pimp
I'm talking with my shotgun, bitch

Because I ain't for none of that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
Ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
Ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
Ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)

Busting from the backstreets, business picking up quick
Raise up off my dick 'cause I'm a motherfucking killer, bitch
And I ain't barring none 'cause if you step, then it's on
You better bring some nuts 'cause bitch, I'm strong with that chrome
Boom to the boom, yeah, and it's like that
007 And E-Rock, yeah, we bringing havoc

Slipping 'em up and breaking 'em off and bucking 'em down like so
And kicking 'em up the ass so you know you gots to go

'Cause Lo ain't gave me shit, so I suggest I take it

You sick up in the head thinking I'ma let you make it
So shut the fuck up before you wind up in a ditch
A 5th Ward boy's in the circle, fool, huh

We ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And we ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)
And I ain't for that hoe shit
(You better try some more shit)

And I ain't for that hoe shit