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NATAS : Don't Gimme No H.A.N. lyrics

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NATAS lyrics : "Don't Gimme No H.A.N."

[All talking at once]

[Esham]

OK... Yo this is Detroit ^!$$%s... Highland Park

[Moebadis]

Man get that hoe $$# ^!$$% up out the studio, man!
He sound like a (*##$!


[TNT]
Yeah get that (*##$ $$# ^!$$% up outta here, man.
Dick suckin $$# ^!$$%.


[Moebadis]
Hoe $$# ^!$$%!


[Esham]
That's right... we ain't $#&@in wit no hoe $$# ^!$$%s


[TNT]
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe $$# ^!$$%s


[Moebadis]
I'll tell you like this mutha$#&@a

I ain't want no hoe $$# ^!$$% around...

[Esham]

(*##$ you wanna ride a ^!$$%s coat tails
know what I'm sayin all the way to the top


[TNT]
For real! None of this %#@! ^!$$%! Gothom (*##$!


[Moebadis]
Gothom...


[Esham]
(*##$ you better do some work!
Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that


[Mastamind]
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$% WHAT!


[Esham]
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, don't gimme no HAN

^!$$% $#&@ your bank, and ya breath stank
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, all by yourself
If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health

Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, don't gimme no %#@!
You scurvy as hell, ^!$$% suck the dick
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$% yeah I said that

And plus my man Mastamind got my back

[Mastamind]

I got your card pulled, (*##$es you all about some bull%#@!
Need to get yo $$# beat like a stag, wit a bull whip
I don't need no hoes around me but to $#&@ em

^!$$%s been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em
Then the (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s wanna turn me in
Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a

Nation of killers is born, hoe $$# ^!$$%s 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 %#@! is too deep to tread

I need a, hoe $$# ^!$$% wit me like I need a hole in my head

[Esham]

You a hoe $$# ^!$$% everybody know you (Gothom)
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, that perpatrated

You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$% gettin suited and booted
You look like somebody So Dre recruited

Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$% from Osbourne High
youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, and I can't lie

[Moebadis]
Youse a small change ^!$$%, standin around

Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, who wants to be down
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe ((*##$!)
In case you didn't know you just a 304
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe $$# ^!$$%
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, $$# kissin, no hoe gettin

Think about it ^!$$%, youse a $$# ^!$$%
Hoe $$# ^!$$%
You can suck my dick!
All these hoes all on my mother$#&@in dick
Askin bout the superstars... mother$#&@er

Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
Gothom is mother$#&@in life

[Esham]
And this is for the ^!$$%s who be real with they %#@!

Hoe $$# ^!$$%s so illegit
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$% you lived a hoe $$# life
You got some hoe $$# kids, and a hoe $$# wife
My ^!$$%s thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
We make the type of %#@! doubelievengod
If youse a real mutha$#&@a ^!$$% blaze the gans

And tell them hoe $$# ^!$$%s
Don't gimme no HANs

[TNT]
Word came round there's a price on my head
Said these ^!$$%s on the city streets want me dead
But that's ok, player hation is a part of the game

I expect this type of %#@! from some mark $$# lame
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
Rollin on these hoe $$# ^!$$%s break em down to they knees
Let these ^!$$%s know my status and I ain't no punk
Hit yo $$# 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 ^!$$%s know who did this %#@! to you
And I don't give a $#&@ about you, or your crew
Now bring it on mother$#&@ers 'cause we strong as steel
And you mother$#&@in ^!$$%s know the $#&@in deal
(*##$ it's Reel Life product and Gothom too
(*##$ it's comin at yo $$# son, what you gone do?


[Esham]
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, everybody know you
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, that perpatrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe $$# ^!$$%, gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool... that the scene recruited

RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris

[TNT]
These hoe $$# ^!$$%s

[Esham]
It's goin down like this


[TNT]
Hoe $$# (*##$es
These hoe $$# cops
The hoe $$# IRS
The federellys
The (*##$es tryin to put me and my ^!$$%s in jail
!#@* them hoe $$# ^!$$%s!
And you ain't stoppin us, (*##$, for real
Gothom baby

[Mastamind]
This goes out to every one of y'all
None of y'all
^!$$%s can see me
Don't ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties
I'll lock on all of y'all
Body count em till they fall
They arms too short to box wit me so thay can't brawl
Couldn't save your life
If you had to roll the dice
Can't survive the hit out on the head so pay the price
Nights are gettin colder
As the days are gettin shorter
Walkin round ready for war 'cause I'm a soldier
(*##$ am I supposed to
Get rolled over?
I don't owe the world %#@! but the last words I told ya
!#@* THE WORLD let my ^!$$% TNT tell it
If that's the way the %#@! is, then blaze the funkadelic
Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy
Lately these ^!$$%s been actin shady tryin to play me
For a (*##$!
Die me talk a neighborhood sucka
When you die they gone say you was a good mother$#&@a...
Gotta put these ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ it! $#&@ wishes!
I needs real things, REAL things

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

[Moebadis]
BOOM! You dead mother$#&@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
$#&@ a (*##$ on my dick!
Im all about real estate, and how much cash a ^!$$% can get
Nobody knows I'm insane
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, ^!$$% 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, ^!$$% never had a record deal
Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy ^!$$%
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
^!$$% Jesus
I never trust so bust
And ain't no love in this world only hate and lust and uh...
When I'm rollin wit the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... (*##$
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... no $#&@ that
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yeah
I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
A bloody $$# 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
^!$$%s been bitin my style since the beginning of time
I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
^!$$%s listen to me when they want to be homicidal
Esham, the black devil, (*##$ I'm the man
All my ^!$$%s in Highland park smoke the gan
I'm a street politician on a mission to kill
Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill
(*##$ I'll burn yo %#@! up like a @@#!tail to a crack house
It ain't nowhere to run from the gun that's
Held in the hand by the man called Satan
And when you want to die ^!$$% 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
^!$$% don't ask me
Two keys in my chassis
Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey
I'm up in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya
I told ya mother$#&@in mama it was nice to know ya
Mental telepathy tellin me I need therapy
Got voices in my head don't need to take me out my misery
I'm 2 1/2, but I wish it was a key
I wanna be the kingpin epitome
^!$$%s 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

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