B**ch Be a Ho-DJ Clue

[Featuring J.D. R.O.C.] Dj Clue: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!!! Chorus 2X R.O.C. (J.D.): Now all my niggas say what(what) We dont give a f**k(uh huh) gotta let a b**ch be a ho(hoooo) Now all my niggas say what We dont give a f**k Gotta let a ni**a stack dough(money money) [J.D.] All the niggas f**kin 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 f**kin it up I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry Makin hits, is how ya'll remember me Niggas 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**ches 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 f**k with the R.O.C. Young G from the streets And he's 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 muthaf**kas lookin for me Raized it up And now they see I'm 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 f**k wit R.O.C.!! I said yea and ya dont quit I'm comin live from the Bricks wit the gangsta sh*t 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 I'm in a drop-top, bumpin down ya block And I'm 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 it's snakes, I dont care, I dont break, Pushin Benz, cuz a ni**a know how to create On and on like a jeep go Any ni**a standin in my way of my papers, automatically fonito Suckin on the end of Rosco pico's Trained to name Deleted from the muthaf**kin game Ain't no mo shoppin throught the glass Beggin for a** 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**ch-a** I'm the cream of the crop The dream of the top I'm the one they come and see when they dont want it to stop I'm the bass, The snare, The one that dont care Rip sh*t the f**k up then I'm outta here Chorus 2X