Yuwannahoe lyrics

[Intro: Esham (Only in PFOS 2 Version)]
What up doe?
Aight, gotta little something to say
You know I been chillin, chillin in the underground
And we see all of ya'll
Yea we see ya'll
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody in the game trying to do their thing
You in the industry
We in the streets
You know what I'm saying?
The label that runs beneath the streets
Psychopatchic
ABK, Esham, Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Zug Izland, ICP, and Twztid!

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Hey you, b*tch boy, guess what?
Me and my brother made of rubber
So when Twiztid’s in the house, we bounce the motherf*cker
Save your pen ink and your paper, player hater
We bring the Dark side, Everywhere like the Emperor
Ain't you heard, ain't nobody jocking your sh*t
You's an open-toed sandal, just flip-flopping it
Here’s one for your play list, "Suck my motherf*cking di*k"
First single, you can wait on the remix
[Verse 2: Monoxide Child]
Get your candle blew out
I feel the love, homie, even if it's hate in your mouth
I'm still the same sick and Twiztid individual
Looking to go ballistic, so reminiscent of Mick and Mal
I keep it covered and smothered like hash browns
And my war songs ready
Keeping them vultures from swooping down
I'm as classic as a throwback version of Michael Myers
With a hatred that’ll spread like a forest fire

[Chorus]
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)

[Verse 3: Monoxide]
I trying to shake them off my collar with a pop and a twist
But these haters hang on like some velcro sh*ts
I can't escape it, I try scraping them off
But they holding on so tight, it's like raping a moth
I leave you motherf*ckers shaking in the frost of my cold heart
And bury you alive in a hole in my backyard
Don’t act hard, you don’t want to chance it, sonny
Monoxide, you know how we do this, money
[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]
So now I hear that you're attacking my crew
For the sh*t that we do
And you's a b*tch, thinking ain’t nobody sweeter then you
We spitting sugar shock for you dum-dum lollipops
Give you twenty whole seconds to reload your Glock
Better bust right if you're looking for the lime light
Better sit down, get your rhyme right, get your sh*t tight
'Round here we stay tight like fly anus
With no video, don’t no radio rotate us
And no play list, just young, dumb, and faceless
While big cats copping these dumb hoes and nice bracelet

[Interlude]
You hear that, all you stars go wait on your publishing checks
So you can pay your baby mama rent, what?

[Chorus]
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
[Verse 5: Monoxide]
I don’t know why they hate me so much
Dedicating more then half of their life to doing such
b*tch ass sh*t, it’s making me wanna retaliate
You’d probably press charges hoping that they’d lock me away

[Verse 6: Jamie Madrox]
I’m not a bad boy, I’m a fat boy, b*tch boy
My whole team spits raps while your team is unemployed
Riding a pie, I’m a give them a piece of my mind
You's a back burner project getting done up from behind
My whole squad drops LPs to CDs
And making way more chow then you’ll hoes will ever see

[Interlude: Anybody Killa]
That’s right motherf*ckers
Quit selling that shrink rap boo-boo b*tch
Hold on, man
Why don't you bring that beat back up in here?

[Chorus]
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)
Why you wanna ho? (So don’t worry)
Don’t hate on me (Get the f*ck outta here)