Juvenile

Juvenile - A Hoe (Lil' Wayne Diss) lyrics

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When y'all gon' learn?

We don't live like y'all

We gon' choose our time to go

Somebody gon' kill y'all!

I tried to reach y'all

Couldn't feel y'all

I listen to what'chu sayin'

But what'chu sayin;

That wasn't real dogg!

I could spit a verse and kill y'all

Do the people that buy y'all shit

Take the time to heal y'all?

Probly not, probly listen to the tracks

I know you gon' hate this one

Listen to the facts

How you pull the nerve to ever start dissin' niggas?

When you was on BET straight kissin' niggas!?

I'm from Holly Grove

You're background prissy nigga, pissy nigga!

OBC, come and get me nigga

I was in the hood yesterday

Had a talk with'cha uncle

He say "stay where you at"

Cause "the hood don't want'chu! "

They gotta crew clipped up

Waitin' just to pump you

In any one of them whips

That'chu whip when you come through

(A hoe) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A hoe)

What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A hoe)

Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)

A hoe!

(A hoe)

What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A hoe)

Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A hoe)

(A hoooeee)

I smoke weed til' my eyes look like Japanese

I sip Daquiri's with' the Nolia in the back of me

400 a ship, ain't nothin' comin' after me

I read ya bitch ass statement you made in the magazine

You playin' with me

With' my hood on your album cover?

Real street niggas gon' know you fake as a motherfucka

I'm a still be here after your company flops

Waitin' for my fuckin' album to drop

One of my niggas got fucked up, and one in jail

Will they ever get they shit right? Time will tell

The only thing that called shots, whoadi, is balls

And I ain't hearin' no kinda communication from y'all

U-T-P, designed to be the finest in the business

And we climbin' up the chart with the dependants

Ya feel it? Ya gotta be deaf not to hear it

Because I puts nothin' but the truth in the lyrics

(A hoe) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A hoe)

What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A hoe)

Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)

A hoe!

(A hoe) What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A hoe)

Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A hoe)

(A hoooeee)

Won't'chu come down Olive

Won't'chu come down Eagle

Won't'chu come down Clayborne where someone can see you

Just pass down Hamilton, anywhere in the Grove

And any one of them whips, we gon' fill 'em with holes

Remember the cats you ran with? Red and Bubba?

They begged me to tell you "fuck you", so fuck you!

You disgraced your mother, actin you actress

Who's really your daddy? Rabbit or 'Atrice?

You ain't never had a fight, with' all them marks on ya face

I'm a grown man, stay in ya place

So tell me now, why is the hate?

I'm the reason you straight

The reason why you in them more then them 8

I be up in ya hood too nigga, I don't see you

Don't'cha know you're KILLIN YOUR OWN PEO-PLE

You talk that Holly Grove shit, I don't believe you

Seventeen witness see you and me too?

(A hoe) What kinda nigga kiss another man!? (A hoe)

What kinda nigga need his mama to hold his hand!? (A hoe)

Mmm-hhmmmmmm (A hoooeee)

A hoe!

(A hoe) What type of nigga wear tear-drops, and ain't killed shit!? (A hoe)

Sayin' he a drug-lord and ain't dealed shit (A hoe)

(A hoooeee)

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