Where The Hoes At?

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
I'm back, it's a shame, you ain't noticed I was gone
When I'm strapped niggas know they can't contain me, I'm strong
To my craft I'm a slave, I am East Side raised
So get back, I ain't tamed or the piece I'll spray
My loyalty's been abused, see the beast y'all made
Take you to war 'til you quit and the peace signed waved
So get it straight, don't be coming at me sideways
I roll with shooters, we hit you with at least 5 strays
I'm the block, I'm the streets, when I talk I am brief
But I spark if its beef, got more soldiers than chiefs
I'm a problem, the definition of real evolving
We mobbin', trusting loyalty's door and revolving
Now it's cool to let you niggas know what I came for
Been at the range more, I upgraded my aim more
I'm famous for letting my 40 flame on
Fuck you making it rain for, I'll brush your teeth with a chainsaw

[Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE]
I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I'm a beast, you a hoe on these streets yeah they know
Put this heat to your fleece, cock it back, let it go
We the truth, you a lie, Pinocchio in your flows
I'm hostile, ain't no mission impossible
I grown on these streets and I'm wiser
Powerful third eye to spot these player haters and coppers, no binoculars
You ain't popular 'cause you popped a guy
You known in the hood for being hospitalised, easy to die
I'm not to be fucked with, you lie on your dick
You the type to take a trick to the cinema and tongue kiss
See where are the fathers and role models and mobsters?
To teach these guys not to grow up with that nonsense
I'm tired of these bastards that be claiming they honours
They imposters and they ain't getting shit but a bomb print
Across they face, you ain't a boss, you fake
You a bitch, I see your mama made a awful mistake nigga

[Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE]
I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
We can talk, let's converse, I'm the illest, I'm the worst
I can tell you I'm the realest who done never penned a verse
I can speak about seeing dead homies tossed in the hearse
Seen killers throw up a prayer, never set foot in church
I can tell you how niggas happy sitting next to the man
Jumping through Hula-Hoops and grinning for that check in his hand
Or how these bitches be setting these ballers up to get 'em knocked
And why are these so called "ballers" so chummy with the cops?
How the tryna monopolise, depopulate and harm us
CVS pushing dope and how they tryna disarm us?
In fact all of it gotta come back 'cause it's karma
Ever notice Satan always appears as a charmer
I'm bombing, please don't compare me to none of these artists
Get my Phillip Drummond on and start sonning these artists
I done took all I can take from you fake niggas
Now you screaming out you a rider, well these are the breaks nigga!

[Chorus: Kuniva & Money Makin' ADEE]
I got homies on standby, ready to get it cracking
Call 'em the Black Panthers 'cause everybody's packing
Nigga, fuck that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?
I got killas in the hood who will spark
Don't let them guns speak, talking dirty after dark
Okay fuck all that deep shit nigga, Where The Hoes At?
Fuck all that tough talk nigga, Where The Hoes At?