Twista - Aint No Hoes Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Standing from the only corner like a soldier,
Let it ride on them Niggas, gotta show 'em that we ain't no hoes...
Gotta Show 'em that we ain't no hoes...
(Niggas ain't no hoes...)
In a circle, sippin' henny, smokin' dojah,
Better ride on them Niggas, gotta hit 'em, whatcha running for...
Whatcha running for...
(Nigga, whatcha runnin' for.)
Now you're f*ckin' with a Cleveland killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a Chi-town killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a 9-9 killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a Capetown killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a Cleveland killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a Chi-town killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a 9-9 killa,
Now you're f*ckin' with a Capetown killa,

[Twista:]
Whatchu know about grown thugs, bone thugs-n-harmony,
I'm a be letting everybody know about it,
Steady trippin' and bitchin' over styles, when we should've been gettin' gwap,
I ain't no mutha f*ckin hoe about it,
Let's take a shot of patron, sit back and zone on some Niggas united,
Cause we the shit when we spit...
Early on, all the vision was hazy,
Now it's just Krayzie and Layzie, Wish and Twist in this bitch,
We be snappin so accurate with the lyrics when we be poppin
We make everybody Go Nuts,
Nigga hold up, got the competition sold up,
Go get me something to roll up,
Gotta spit for my Niggas and bitches I know in the ghetto,
And all of my ballers and my family, doing fed time,
And everybody that's hatin' on the science of this alliance,
For violence high instance I'll show you it's bed time,
Crack to herbs,
Send Niggas back to work, Bone Thugs,
You can't ask for mo,
Gotta hit em' with what the fans asking fo',
Ain't no way that you could f*ck the fantastic four,
Niggas don't wanna see me,
Cause they know that I'm a do ya,
And leave you totally crushed...
When I told mista ouija, that I wanna know my future...
He told me that it was us... (Now whatchu talkin' bout)

[Krayzie:]
Now everybody wanna know about it, if it's certified,
They heard it through the grapevine,
Could it really be real,
Is it a rumor or a straight lie,
Proof is in the music, so you can't deny,
We changing time, (Why...)
History is in the making,
Nigga get ready for this thug invasion,
And lots of money-makin',
100 million, we could make a major killin', real Niggas...
And too bad for the contenders...
We could spit it and go round for round,
(Round for round...)
Take 'em straight back to that underground...
(Underground...)
Bone and Twist on some shit like this make a Nigga stop quick,
Like "Wuts that sound!? "
(Wuts that sound!?)
You finna hear a Nigga really f*ck it up we got that Nigga twista creepin' out the cut,
Swisha full of bud,
Give a Nigga love,
Feel it through the blood,
This is for the thugs, what...
Maintain all day on a paper chase,
The fame came, but I'd rather just take the pay,
Man I'd rather take a million and I'll be out on the market or a target for a killin',
Really...
So my tech nines... right there when you test mine,
Immediately stretched out,
We breathe for the midwest side...

[Layzie:]
You'll get killed tonight,
After all the little drama that a Nigga had to witness through this business,
Tryna trap us in this music game...
Can never be defeated,
We all believe in Jesus and He helped us when we need it,
And that's how we made it through them thangs...
Who woulda thought that Little Layzie and Twist,
Midwest Invasion woulda brought us to this,
Spit Yo Game, talk that shit,
You know just who you're f*ckin' with,
The realest that could spit it,
Dig it, now here goes another hit,
Cleveland Niggas always been on the grind,
Chicago Niggas always been on the grind...
Like makeveli's thug nation, ain't no time being wasted,
Say a Nigga gotta take it, so I'm going for mine...
Now could it be that it was already written...
Smokin' on the dro, but I know I ain't trippin,
Glass full of henny with a pocket full of money,
This is real as it get and ain't a damn thang funny,
Real Niggas do real thangs and don't stop...
Real Niggas play no games on my block...
I say I'm f*ckin witchu, better believe is bone and twista,
For my homies, for my Niggas,
I make the thang pop, (Pop, pop, pop...)
Ready when the trouble knock (knock, knock, knock...)
Soldiers from the double glock (glock, glock, glock...)
Always known to keep it hot (hot, hot, hot...)
We takin' control of your shit...