Don’t Gimme No H.A.N./? lyrics
by Esham
(All talking at once)
[Esham]
OK... Yo this is Detroit n*ggas... Highland Park
[Moebadis]
Man get that hoe ass n*gga up out the studio, man!
He sound like a b*tch!
[TNT]
Yeah get that b*tch ass n*gga up outta here, man
di*k suckin ass n*gga
[Moebadis]
Hoe ass n*gga!
[Esham]
That's right... we ain't f*ckin wit no hoe ass n*ggas
[TNT]
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass n*ggas
[Moebadis]
I'll tell you like this muthaf*cka
I ain't want no hoe ass n*gga around...
[Esham]
b*tch you wanna ride a n*ggas coat tails
Know what I'm sayin all the way to the top
[TNT]
For real! None of this sh*t n*gga! Gothom b*tch!
[Moebadis]
Gothom...
[Esham]
b*tch you better do some work!
Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that
[Mastamind]
Youse a hoe ass n*gga WHAT!
[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, don't gimme no HAN
n*gga f*ck your bank, and ya breath stank
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, all by yourself
If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, don't gimme no sh*t
You scurvy as hell, n*gga suck the di*k
Youse a hoe ass n*gga yeah I said that
And plus my n*gga Mastamind got my back
[Mastamind]
I got your card pulled, b*tch you all about some bullsh*t
Need to get yo ass beat like a slave with a bull whip
I don't need no hoes around me but to f*ck em
n*ggas talkin about me behind my back I never trust em
Then the b*tch ass n*ggas 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*ggas 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 sh*t is too deep to tread
I need a, hoe ass n*gga wit me like I need a hole in my head
[Esham]
You a hoe ass n*gga everybody know you (Gothom)
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, that perpetrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass n*gga gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool So Dre recruited
Youse a hoe ass n*gga from Osbourne High
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, and I can't lie
[Moebadis]
Youse a small change n*gga, standin around
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, that wants to be down
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (b*tch!)
In case you didn't know you just a 304
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass n*gga
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin
Think about it n*gga, youse a ? ass n*gga
Hoe ass n*gga
You can suck my di*k!
All these hoes all on my motherf*ckin di*k
Askin bout the superstars... motherf*cker
Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
Gothom is motherf*ckin life
[Esham]
And this is for the n*ggas who be real with they sh*t
Hoe ass n*ggas so illegit
Youse a hoe ass n*gga you lived a hoe ass life
You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife
My n*ggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
We make the type of sh*t doubelievengod
If you a real muthaf*cka n*gga blaze the gans
And tell them hoe ass n*ggas
Don't gimme no HANs
[TNT]
Word came round there's a price on my head
Said these n*ggas 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*t from some mark ass lame
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
Rollin on these hoe ass n*ggas break em down to they knees
Let these n*ggas 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*ggas know who did this sh*t to you
And I don't give a f*ck about you, or your crew
Now bring it on motherf*ckers 'cause we strong as steel
And you motherf*ckin n*ggas know the f*ckin deal
b*tch it's Reel Life product and Gothom too
b*tch it's comin at yo ass son, what you gone do?
[Esham]
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, everybody know you
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, that perpetrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass n*gga, gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool... that the scene recruited
RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris
[TNT]
These hoe ass n*ggas
[Esham]
It's goin down like this
[TNT]
Hoe ass b*tches
These hoe ass cops
The hoe ass IRS
The federellys
The b*tches tryin to put me and my n*ggas in jail
f*ck them hoe ass n*ggas!
And you ain't stoppin us, b*tch, for real
Gothom baby
[Mastamind]
This goes out to every one of y'all
None of y'all
n*ggas 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
b*tch am I supposed to
Get rolled over?
I don't owe the world sh*t but the last words I told ya
f*ck THE WORLD let my n*gga TNT tell it
If that's the way the sh*t is, then blaze the funkadelic
Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy
Lately these n*ggas been actin shady tryin to play me
For a b*tch!
Tommy Tucka neighborhood sucka
When you die they gone say you was a good motherf*cka...
Gotta put these n*ggas 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*ck it! f*ck wishes!
I needs real things, REAL things
(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)
[Moebadis]
BOOM! You dead motherf*cker! 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*ck a b*tch on my di*k!
I'm all about real estate, and how much cash a n*gga can get
Nobody knows I'm insane
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, n*gga 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*gga never had a record deal
Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy n*gga
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*gga 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*tch
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*ck 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*ggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time
I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
n*ggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal
Esham, the black devil, b*tch I'm the man
All my n*ggas 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
b*tch I'll burn yo sh*t up like a c*cktail 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*gga 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*gga 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 motherf*ckin 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*ggas 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