Esham
Don’t Gimme No H.A.N./?
(All talking at once)

[Esham]
OK... Yo this is Detroit n***as... Highland Park

[Moebadis]
Man get that hoe ass n***a up out the studio, man!
He sound like a bitch!

[TNT]
Yeah get that bitch ass n***a up outta here, man
Dick suckin ass n***a

[Moebadis]
Hoe ass n***a!

[Esham]
That's right... we ain't fuckin wit no hoe ass n***as

[TNT]
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass n***as

[Moebadis]
I'll tell you like this muthafucka
I ain't want no hoe ass n***a around...
[Esham]
Bitch 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 shit n***a! Gothom bitch!

[Moebadis]
Gothom...

[Esham]
Bitch you better do some work!
Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that

[Mastamind]
Youse a hoe ass n***a WHAT!

[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass n***a, don't gimme no HAN
N***a fuck your bank, and ya breath stank
Youse a hoe ass n***a, all by yourself
If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health
Youse a hoe ass n***a, don't gimme no shit
You scurvy as hell, n***a suck the dick
Youse a hoe ass n***a yeah I said that
And plus my n***a Mastamind got my back
[Mastamind]
I got your card pulled, bitch you all about some bullshit
Need to get yo ass beat like a slave with a bull whip
I don't need no hoes around me but to fuck em
N***as talkin about me behind my back I never trust em
Then the bitch ass n***as wanna turn me in
Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a
Nation of killers is born, hoe ass 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 kill me
But they HANs and never feel me
My shit is too deep to tread
I need a, hoe ass n***a wit me like I need a hole in my head

[Esham]
You a hoe ass n***a everybody know you (Gothom)
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass n***a, that perpetrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass n***a gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool So Dre recruited
Youse a hoe ass n***a from Osbourne High
Youse a hoe ass n***a, and I can't lie

[Moebadis]
Youse a small change n***a, standin around
Youse a hoe ass n***a, that wants to be down
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!)
In case you didn't know you just a 304
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass n***a
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin
Think about it n***a, youse a ? ass n***a
Hoe ass n***a
You can suck my dick!
All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick
Askin bout the superstars... motherfucker
Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
Gothom is motherfuckin life
[Esham]
And this is for the n***as who be real with they shit
Hoe ass n***as so illegit
Youse a hoe ass n***a you lived a hoe ass life
You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife
My n***as thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
We make the type of shit doubelievengod
If you a real muthafucka n***a blaze the gans
And tell them hoe ass 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 shit from some mark ass lame
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
Rollin on these hoe ass n***as break em down to they knees
Let these n***as know my status and I ain't no punk
Hit yo ass 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 shit to you
And I don't give a fuck about you, or your crew
Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel
And you motherfuckin n***as know the fuckin deal
Bitch it's Reel Life product and Gothom too
Bitch it's comin at yo ass son, what you gone do?

[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass n***a, everybody know you
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass n***a, that perpetrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass n***a, gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool... that the scene recruited
RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris

[TNT]
These hoe ass n***as

[Esham]
It's goin down like this

[TNT]
Hoe ass bitches
These hoe ass cops
The hoe ass IRS
The federellys
The bitches tryin to put me and my n***as in jail
FUCK them hoe ass n***as!
And you ain't stoppin us, bitch, 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 they 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
Bitch am I supposed to
Get rolled over?
I don't owe the world shit but the last words I told ya
FUCK THE WORLD let my n***a TNT tell it
If that's the way the shit 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 bitch!
Tommy Tucka neighborhood sucka
When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka...
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 fuck it! Fuck wishes!
I needs real things, REAL things

(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)

[Moebadis]
BOOM! You dead motherfucker! 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
Fuck a bitch on my dick!
I'm 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 collide
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... bitch
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 fuck that
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yeah

I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
A bloody ass 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, bitch I'm the man
All my n***as in Highland Park smoke the gan
I'm a street politician on a mission to kill
Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill
Bitch I'll burn yo shit up like a cocktail 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 chassis
Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey
The pump in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya
I told ya motherfuckin 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... I'm lookin for you
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... uh
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off