My Hoe (feat. Blu, Evidence, & Reks)

I'd do anything

Anything

Anything, **** be out here hoein out

Oh yea, Rosa Perez, my bad I almost called you Rosa

Eyes feel, how that feel?

You said it wasn't that ill the posers all over your poster

We post up for you, tell the show closer

Shows over

It's like an old soldier with no model for tomorrow

I be thinking 'bout upholding my bottle

Plottin' on my Abe Lincoln

Loading hollows with my hands on the Bible

Throw a peace though like I'm Middle Eastern

8 ink pins need revival, yo I'm non-religious

The palm is itching, put a psalm up in it

Gave me when he thought I pill 'em different

Mama's crib is safe, papa's crib is safe

All my brothers and sisters know the color of my nickel plate

Still the haters wanna ask me how I deal with hate

Told 'em you should never look a pistol in the face

You just go the extra mile just to make sure that you're living it straight

You tell Barack I need a crib in estates

And cake **** celebrate with your liquor no chase

Just to hit you quick or just to get yo face up out my face

Fake ****

How you picture tomorrow

With the wrong frame of mind

How you picture love if you are blind

And the crowd trippin'

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit

It's grab day to day but I'm good enough on a bad day

Runnin' round my town without a sad face

Evidence make dough, moneys fat bills come realities back

No strikes back, no strike that

I snap 'til I'm done with my picks 'til it's sick

A pic's only perfect as the person is fit

I lock a shot then I shoot to gift

And focus in

In dark rooms I develop the prints

So place your bets on he the tank ain't that

Flow is peace, the beat is stack

The light on the street is he

I'm the most west side of any west sider rider

Ridin' out by the beach until the day is complete

I won't stop, no, can, no with the cock flow

I was a snot nose kid I had the potholes

In my lawn, I was bombing from dust

And I grew the fuck up like I still dodge gestapos

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit

Glass of champagne on a rosy carpet

The flow we sparked it like light to darkness, illuminating authors

Catch the itis upon Noah's ark

40 days and 40 nights arose to port

Stars shining the brightest, rhythm unite us

Bring us closer to the roads chose

Wise as my **** pimp, bow to the signs of blimp

Reading the world yours, horderves et cetera

Treat her like a lady 'til ya cheddar up

Credible measures of competitors is laughable

I never was one, to see your efforts standing next to us

Had a few occasions on my exodus

When rappers thought that Rekka was the type to be

Stymied by naysayers and hecklers

Heck of a rep, above the clouds

Inspector deck, I touch

Crowns with the intellect

Probably there's an introspect

Crown me king to the death

Karma brings plenty deaths

Then he got with me with the henny breath

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit

You see I never call you my bitch or even my boo

There's so much in the name, it's so much more in you

My, make you my, shit