Hoe lyrics

by

Az Izz


[Intro]
The Black man's God! You could never be God!
We created you in our image
First you bit my style and made it fresher (Hahaha)
Now you kickbox with flip-flops, huh?
I know Slang rollin' over in his grave (RIP to the God)
And since he ain't here to represent himself
I'll gladly take that honor and destroy you
Faggot

[Verse 1]
You'll never be another Elvis (Ever), long as I'm alive
Kill yourself with a sword, like a samurai (Die)
Or get stomped, quicker than a Sigma Gamma Phi
Crush your ego, kill your pride
Lethal injection of cyanide (Ya heard?)
Pace and Zee caught you with a di*k in your ass
From a b*tch with a di*k; you in there gettin' di*k from them drags
Don't try to blame it on them Vics, all those ecs' and those tabs
Dressin' in drag, you's a fag, and the rest is just sad, homo
You ain't psychotic, quite brolic
You just a bipolar Az Izz motherf*ckin' byproduct
Who goes through mood swings, up 'n down like hydraulics (Uh-huh)
My skills tight, polished (Uh-huh), whoo - quite stylish (Whoo)
Any wishy white knowledge I-I'll demolish
Just like a hen, you into c*cks and it's foul
Bugz said don't help that white boy, biters not allowed
You's a dipsh*t, di*khead that was just tryna get fed
So you di*krode the Outsidaz (Outsidaz) so you could get some quick bread
Just like a racist cracker
You landed on Plymouth Rock, sat back and studied us Black rappers
The minute you got status, started paddlin' backwards
I remember a lot of sh*t, dawg, ain't missin' a beat
Kim had to pee so bad, she p*ssed in New York City streets
With her, yeah, you definitely got a gag order
She could tell you whose style you bit, day and time, in that order
As you get a lot older, you get a lot shorter
Can't hold your sh*t, b*tch, let alone your man water
I pray for the day you have a Black granddaughter
Flows amphibious, stays wet on land or water
I just body this n*gga, his fam's all martyrs
You got Proof killed, he was the mayor of the city
Then sh*tted on Obie, Kuniva, McVay, and Bizzy (Facts)
Had so much drugs around, plus Proof felt Paulie would slip him a Mickey (Facts)
Won't eat or drink sh*t around 'em; thought he was being picky (Facts)
You more of a b*tch than that b*tch Nicole b*tchie (Facts)
Won't do it yourself
So I expect you to send your mutts, your pups, your wolves and goons to get me
But I'm ready to live, the opposite of Biggie
Dr. Dre got a Billy, he don't need you no more
You was his main hoe, what the f*ck you thought he was feedin' you for?
He needed a hoe, so he put you in a dress
Sent you on the strip, 'cause he needed the dough
And you was fiendin' to blow
You a hoe

[Chorus]
(What? What? You)
Hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
You a hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
Hoe (What? You, b*tch)
You a hoe (Yeah, you, b*tch)
Hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
You a hoe (What? You, b*tch)
Hoe (etc)

[Verse 2]
I know your ammo, so put this in your memo
You more funny than Jay Leno (Uh-huh)
The whip we pushin's a rental (Uh-huh)
Kings like Sacramento (Woo)
Kool as G Rap, but this ain't no demo
Diss us, get stretched like a limo, got sh*t locked like a kennel (Hoe)
They claim you the best, I'm like, "Hell no" (Nah)
I been doper than you (Yup)
You been bitin' my styles from the get-go (Uh-huh)
f*ckin' gecko, make me giggle like Heckle and Jekyll (Uh-huh)
Let the Heckler wet you (What?)
Used to be a brunette, brown eyes, no freckles (Facts)
Now you a blonde with blue eyes, and I know you're a homo (I know)
Found out on the telephone while doing radio promo (Uh-huh)
E-M-I-N-E-M (U)
What does that spell? Men in Em (True)
Never see him with hoes, It's always Em with men
If you think I'm lyin', ask K-I-M (Ask her, ask her)
I'ma call you di*k face (I'ma call you that)
And n*ggas from the Source should've asked you
How Dr. Dre di*k taste? (Benzino, he shoulda asked you)
Joell Ortiz, Joe Buddens, Royce da 5'9"
Money got you blind
Doing this for fun, ain't tryna get signed
Eminem's your slavemaster, Yelawolf got the whip (Uh-huh)
The other n*gga eye so crooked, he can't see that sh*t
Em, you a hoe

[Chorus]
(What? What? You)
Hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
You a hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
Hoe (What? You, b*tch)
You a hoe (Yeah, you, b*tch)
Hoe (Yeah, you, Em)
You a hoe (What? You, b*tch)
Hoe
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