b*tch Be a Ho lyrics

by

Memphis Bleek


[Intro: DJ Clue]
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!

[Chorus: R.O.C.]
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri]
All the n*ggas f*ckin in between, be the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin
No stoppin n*ggas is like (wa-what?)
And shorty from the south keep f*ckin it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me
n*ggas dream to be like this one here
JD type cat dont dissapear
I'm the J to the E, R to the M
A-I-N-E, got so many
b*tches I should set up shop
Bettin against me? (Please!) My bank dont stop
I come through, bumpin Clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin, I gots to have it, I love the dough
[Chorus: R.O.C.]
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)

[Verse 2: R.O.C.]
Nobody wanna f*ck with the R.O.C
Young G from the streets and he's banned from TV
Nobody said life was easy, out on the block
I got shot, ain't nobody come and see me
Back on my feet, packed my heat, got back in the beef
Blazed it up, are ya muthaf*ckas lookin for me
Raised it up, now they see I'm makin rap songs
All I ask is my real dogs smash on...
I said yea and ya don't stop
Cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya f*ck wit R.O.C
I said yea and ya don't quit
I'm comin live from the Bricks wit the gangsta sh*t
All my n*ggas on the corner at the end of the block
In front of the stores, shakin my di*k at the lady cop
Shakin my clip, til the haters drop
And I'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And I'm dumpin
[Chorus: R.O.C.]
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)

[Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri]
I seen a lot of n*ggas go down the wrong path
And I learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world of snakes, I don't bend, I don't break
Push a Benz, cuz a n*gga know how to create
On and on like the beat go
Any n*gga standin in my way of my papers, automatically finito
Suckin on the end of Rosco Pico's
Trained to name, deleted from the muthaf*ckin game
Ain't no mo' shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass, if it ain't 1st class, I let it pass
Ya'll that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough ya'll when ya really b*tch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop, the dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they don't want it to stop
I'm the bass, the snare, the one that don't care
Rip sh*t the f*ck up then I'm outta here
[Chorus: R.O.C.]
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we dont give a f*ck
Gotta let a b*tch be a ho (hoooo)
Now all my n*ggas say what, we don't give a f*ck
Gotta let a n*gga stack dough (money, money)

[Outro: DJ Clue]
Yeah
DJ Clue
Jermaine Dupri
You know how we do it!
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