Where The Hoes At?

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kuniva] I'm back, it's a shame, you ain't noticed I was gone When I'm strapped niggas know they can't contain me, I'm strong To my craft I'm a slave, I am East Side raised So get back, I ain't tamed or the piece I'll spray My loyalty's been abused, see the beast y'all made Take you to war 'til you quit and the peace signed waved So get it straight, don't be coming at me sideways I roll with shooters, we hit you with at least 5 strays I'm the block, I'm the streets, when I talk I am brief But I spark if its beef, got more soldiers than chiefs I'm a problem, the definition of real evolving We mobbin', trusting loyalty's door and revolving Now it's cool to let you niggas know what I came for Been at the range more, I upgraded my aim more I'm famous for letting my 40 flame on Fuck you making it rain for, I'll brush your teeth with a chainsaw [Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE] I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At? I got killas in the hood who will spark Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At? [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I'm a beast, you a hoe on these streets yeah they know Put this heat to your fleece, cock it back, let it go We the truth, you a lie, Pinocchio in your flows I'm hostile, ain't no mission impossible I grown on these streets and I'm wiser Powerful third eye to spot these player haters and coppers, no binoculars You ain't popular 'cause you popped a guy You known in the hood for being hospitalised, easy to die I'm not to be fucked with, you lie on your dick You the type to take a trick to the cinema and tongue kiss See where are the fathers and role models and mobsters? To teach these guys not to grow up with that nonsense I'm tired of these bastards that be claiming they honours They imposters and they ain't getting shit but a bomb print Across they face, you ain't a boss, you fake You a bitch, I see your mama made a awful mistake nigga [Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE] I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At? I got killas in the hood who will spark Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At? [Verse 3: Kuniva] We can talk, let's converse, I'm the illest, I'm the worst I can tell you I'm the realest who done never penned a verse I can speak about seeing dead homies tossed in the hearse Seen killers throw up a prayer, never set foot in church I can tell you how niggas happy sitting next to the man Jumping through Hula-Hoops and grinning for that check in his hand Or how these bitches be setting these ballers up to get 'em knocked And why are these so called "ballers" so chummy with the cops? How the tryna monopolise, depopulate and harm us CVS pushing dope and how they tryna disarm us? In fact all of it gotta come back 'cause it's karma Ever notice Satan always appears as a charmer I'm bombing, please don't compare me to none of these artists Get my Phillip Drummond on and start sonning these artists I done took all I can take from you fake niggas Now you screaming out you a rider, well these are the brakes nigga! [Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE] I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At? I got killas in the hood who will spark Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At? Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?