Once again
We back

Now all these new niggas trying to bust grapes
Keep trying, I'm shitting all over yo tapes
And yo CD's, you see these
Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these
Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicker sicker
The rhyme spitter spitting over the transmitter
I got double platinum records on the wall
While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall
Cats wanna try me, you must be high
Cause you having fucking "Illusions", no lie, what you usin'?
Gimme some of that shit (shit), you faking it
Any little title you got, I'm taking it
You can't have it, you didn't earn it
Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it
Suckers wanna floss and play the big boss
What movie you living in and how much did it cost?
What role are you playing? I'm only saying
You're the record getting played and I'm DJ'in
Playing you, playing you, and playing you
Decaying you, I'm tying and breaking you (ah ha ha)

You're a weak ass hoe
Punk slow yo role
You're nothing but a clone
With nothing to show
You're a weak ass hoe
Need a style of your own
You're a weak ass hoe
You're a weak ass hoe (punk ass nigga)
Leave me alone (carbon copying motherfucker)
Punk nigga wit no flow (you ain't shit)
You're a weak ass hoe (fuck your little record, punk)
You're a weak ass hoe (eat a dick)

Now look at her over there (damn), looking all fine
Shaking her ass, telling me to grab from behind
Please don't mind me, you'll find me
Rollin' the pine trees, women asking to sign these
Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble
Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double
I'll be in that corner table wit my homies
Getting stoney trying to avoid the phonies
Huh, what you asking? Do I got plastic
To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets?
Do I got a big home? Do I live alone?
Can I use yo cell phone? Feeling my bone
She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me
Around her tiny little finger and rob me blindly
I don't think so, you stank hoe
The chain in yo brain is missing a link, hoe
Please back up, I know you look good
But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch
(Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!)

You're a stank ass hoe
Trying to get dough
Leave me alone
'Cause you can't roll
You're a stank ass hoe
Nut riding pro
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe
Leave me alone (broke ass hoodrat)
You can't roll (you can't roll)
You're a stank ass hoe
A stank ass hoe (stank ass hoe)
You're a stank ass hoe (dick sucking tramp)
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
(Bring it back homie, come on, huh)

Here goes another example to begin it
With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it
When I look at me, I look and see
How long it took for you to throw the book at me
Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work
These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk
And smirk when you fall down, I calm down
And put the anti-bacterial assault down
Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best
Comparing you to me is like a nigga to the cess
Never settle for stress, or wack rappers
I'm rocking the outta the West and rocking the East ?

(Punk ass nigga)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Knocking on my door
Leave me alone
'Cause you got no soul
You're a bitch ass hoe (trick ass hoe)
Need to find a place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (punk ass niggas)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Don't touch the microphone
You're a bitch ass hoe (eat a motherfucking dick)
You're a bitch ass hoe
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a bitch ass hoe (trick ass hoe)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Larry Muggerud, Louis M. Freeze