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Song title: Dj Clue - Bitch Be A Ho

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Dj clue: whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!

Chorus 2x

R.o.c. (j.d.):
Now all my niggas say what(what)
We dont give a fuck(uh-huh), gotta let a bitch be a ho(hoooo)
Now all my niggas say what
We dont give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough(money, money)

[j.d.]
All the niggas fuckin in between, be the 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 niggas is like (wa-what? )
And shorty from the south keep fuckin it up
Im the glitter and the gliss of this industry
Makin hits, is how yall remember me
Niggas dream to be like this one here
Jd type cat dont dissapear
Im the j to the e, r to the m
A-i-n-e, got so many
Bitches 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 2x

[r.o.c.]
Nobody wanna fuck with the r.o.c.
Young g from the streets
And hes banned from t.v.
Nobody said life was easy
Out on the block
I got shot
And nobody came to see me
Back on my feet
Packed my heat
Got back in the beef
Blazed it up
Are ya muthafuckas lookin for me
Raized it up
And now they see Im makin rap songs
All I ask is my real doggs smash on...
I said yea and ya dont stop
Cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya fuck wit r.o.c.!!
I said yea and ya dont quit
Im comin live from the bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
Infront of the stores, shakin my dick at the lady cop
Shakin my clip
Til the hatas drop
And Im in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block
And Im dumpin

Chorus 2x

[j.d.]
I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And I learned from they mistakes, how to keep cash
In this world its snakes,
I dont care,
I dont break,
Pushin benz, cuz a nigga know how to create
On and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin on the end of rosco picos
Trained to name
Deleted from the muthafuckin game
Aint no mo shoppin throught the glass
Beggin for ass
If it aint 1st class
I let it pass
Yall that dont got it talkin all that trash
Tryin to play tough yall when ya really bitch-ass
Im the cream of the crop
The dream of the top
Im the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop
Im the bass,
The snare,
The one that dont care
Rip shit the fuck up then Im outta here

Chorus 2x