Poison Clan - Put sh** Pa** No Ho lyrics

Intro: JT Money Yeahhhh, wussup! It's that n***a! Uh! Nine-Three! Catchin' wreck once again on them hoes! Sendin' this one to all the negroes! n***as with hoe problems ... n***as, yo, n***as is down over hoes! sh** is real! Hoes ain't worth it, money grip! No bullsh** 'bout them hoes, them hoes is SLAMMIN'! But I ain't got no problem with hoes See, my problem's with n***as! You n***as MAKE hoes like this! That's why - yo, f** that! Yo, check it out ... Verse 1: JT Money Check it, I make the hoes get bu*t-a** naked Every time I wreck sh** on a f**in' record But listen as I drop it 'bout today's topic Soft-flow p**y-creep n***as need to stop it! Wanna shoot another n***a 'bout a hoe Just 'cause he f**, n***a, let that b**h go Now tell her how many n***as f** before him Guess you wanna grab a gat and go and try to flow with them I ain't think so, not 'bout a stank hoe Who like to f** 'round hair, tryin' to gain flow? It's the '90s, you n***as better wake up A lot of hoes out there's out to take stuff Now this is not a record 'bout dissin' women But all women got a little rob-and-givers in 'em See, all them hoes wanna do is spend flow With they friends and go dippin' in the Benz-o Through the 'hood but you just couldn't figure Your best hoe f**in' 'round with some other n***a Now you wanna clean your gun I'm gon' to But that b**h gon' f** who she want to! So to keep that sh** on the down low My n***a, put sh** past no hoe! Big Ram: Yeah, don't put sh** past NONE of them slimy-a** b**hes! Chorus (3x): JT Money Put sh** past no hoe! (Don't trust 'em!) Verse 2: JT Money And to my n***as in the dope game Who gettin' stuffed with c**aine and put it in they hoe' name Better hope you ain't givin' it to the wrong b**h Make 'em measure how you put out your own sh** And ain't a damn thing you can do about it 'Cause if it's in the b**h' name, she could put ya out it So to save all the drama Go ahead and give the sh** to your sister and your mama Let them be your main ladies Give your mother the house and your sister the Mercedes 'Cause if you end up in the pen You know that good-for-nothin' b**h is gone in the wind With a phat crib and a couple of cars And you lookin' like sh** behind bars I think back, when I was off in the system Used to see n***as cryin', 'cause they hoes dissed 'em I remember, one hoe told me She was gettin' lonely, so I had to let her go, G 'Cause that's just an excuse to f** a n***a b**h, I ain't no s**a, n***a I'll holler at ya a** 'cause you know I know how it go And yo, I put sh** past no hoe! Uzi: I'm tellin' you man, y'all n***as better not sleep on these hoes These hoes ain't sh*t! Chorus Verse 3: JT Money JT, a n***a on the prowl for the big bu*t And guess what, I'm only lookin' for a quick nut 'Cause most b**hes like to front like they ain't hoes But f**in' a n***a 'cause the n***a's got pesos Hey hoes, you can stop sweatin' the funds I got guns and I'm aimin' at ya slimy ones And won't half step to shoot it At a b**h or a hoe, but young ladies are excluded So back up if you're a lady and you should know 'Cause last year I told them hoes "All They Good 4" And this year I'll tell they a** Some More sh** Why the f** should I care about a hoe-b**h Or a b**h-hoe? Unless she rich, though She get this negro rollin' in a Benz-o Or an Acura, Lexus, or BM About the b**h' n***a? Wouldn't wanna be him! He got problems that he need to straighten I ain't got no problems; I'm B-izin' and hoe-hatin' And gettin' caught up is a no-no So be like me, my n***a, put sh** past no hoe! Uzi: Yo, so now you know, that's what you get for trustin' them creep-a** hoes! Chorus (2x)