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OMG the best song in teh WORLD!!!! LINK LINK LINK!!!!!

Hooooooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
Youza Hoooooo (Ho)
I said that youza hooooo (Ho)
(Repeat 1x)

(Amit)
You doin ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, hoes are your enemies
With ho energy to do whacha do
Blew whacha blew
Screw whacha screw
Yall professional like DJ Clue, pullin on my coat tail
an why do you think you take a ho to a hotel?
Hotel everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in tha sky for tha hozone laya
Come on playa once a ho always
And hos never close they open like hallways
An heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew
an everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too

(chorus x2)

(Amit)
Cant turn a ho into a housewife
Hos dont act right
Theres hos on a mission, an hoes on a crackpipe
Hey ho how ya doin, where ya been?
Prolly doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again
Its a ho wide world, that we livin in
feline, feminine, fantastical, women
Not all, just some
You ho who you are
Theres hoes in tha room, theres hoes in tha car
theres hoes on stage, theres hoes by tha bar
hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can i getta ride?!)
NO! (Cmon, nigga why?!)
Cuz youza

(chorus 2x)

(Amit)
You gotta run in your pantyhos
Even your daddy knows
that you suckin down chocolate like daddy-o's
You hos are horrible, horrendous
On taxes ya'll writin off hos as dependents
I see tha ho risin
it aint surprisin
its just a hoasis
with ugly chicks faces
but hos dont feel so sad and blue
cuz most of us niggaz is hos too

(chorus x2)

(Ho)
Muthafuckas im so tiired of yall niggaz always talkin
bout hos this, hos that, you tha muthafuckin ho nigga
I wasnt no ho last night

(Pimp)
Ho, bring yo ass!

(Ho)
Ok, hold on

Another Great Track

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Amit]
OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
I'ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's somethin wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drankin and bustin' too
and I been thankin of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo dead
Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
I'm doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over

[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, here I go
UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck em - true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
Sidelinin my fuckin business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin bars out, showin scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels cuz we robbin tonight
Beat the SHIT outta of security for stompin the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way HOE
All you ****** mother******s make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]

[*whistling*]

crazy nigga

*bax ass up*

you can't forget about southern hospitality

leech and reply please!!!!

Beat

[Marc]
Nigga you got no style, I got my steels up your alley.
Check out my records check out my tables
I got that shit banging up at club downtime.

Frequency is the name and thats where I'm game.
I be chizzlen with the ladies left and right. Looking up and down and straight in their eyes. grarrrr...It's not about the Ching Ching its all about the bling bling. Back the fuck up yo back the fuck up.. Czr is playing wordd... he be snappin and crackin break all you mofos..

hehe I did that in a few mins lol I'm not gonna finish it lol

RIPOFF!!!RIPOFF!!!!

LOL at Amit for ripping off Ludacris in the 1st post

[da blu 2 da 9]
Amit thinks hes Luda rippin his shit/but trance is where its at you ghetto wannabe trick/frequency be where da playaz and hos be shakin dey asses to sets like tiestos/da club be jumpin to tha beats that rap cant defeat/so turn that shit off and spin up some dyk/cuz hiphops for kiddos with trainin wheels on they bikes/werd. im out yo peace

[Da Leaper Of Sands]

Well look here,we've got an attention whore/and since Tiesto-threads don't work no more/he's ripping of Luda,trying to be gangsta/thinking TAs don't know shit about hiphop,you should know betta/See,we ain't ignorant and prejudiced like many others/and hiphop ain't something that we just discovered/you thought you'd get away with a ripoff like that/well it looks like you're busted,now stop acting like a twat/

Peace out,y'all,I'm outta here

na dude...this is the trance 2002 remix. i am thinking about giving tiesto a chance 2 remix it. lol

haha! HOOOOO, YOU'S A HOOOOO!!! That song was an anthem down here in Atlanta. I used to play it at the club I worked at when the ho's were gettin' really freaky on the dancefloor.

But I like Southern Hospitality better.. (produced by The Neptunes)

All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin-ass niggaz wit the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes
When you get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows)
All my women in the house if you chasin cash
And you got some big titties wit a matchin ass
Witcha fly-ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flo' (nigga throw dem 'bows)

whats all this abt n!ggers n w!ggers?

amit you fucking freak! that you's a ho song is so old!

yeh yeh...i know!!! but it still owns!!!!

wtf......... ROFL........ u crazy mofo

crazy ass nigga lol

yo amit you're a cool kid but this shit is W-A-C-K son see ya in NY HOLLA

man u gotta give respect for ludacock...hes sooo FUNNY!!!!

ludacris sucks.

[Overlapped lines from songs in the past]
(OVERLAP 1)
"I'll battle you on the net, I'll battle you in the flesh
I'll battle you over the phone you can call me collect"

"Verbally viscious, telekenetically gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"

"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career I've ran through"

"At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt,
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself"

"Canibus is the type to fight for mics,
beatin' niggaz to death and beatin' dead niggaz to life"

"While you niggaz is babblin' my lyrics is travelin'
like a javelin to stab you in the abdomen"

"The intellectual athelete accurately rappin' so rapidly,
Yet he makes perfect sense mathematically"

"I walk the B-Lock withe the G-Lock, C-ocked,
trynna' get the DR-op on the C-ops"

"The Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible
comin' to damage you spittin' understandable slang at you"

"Rhymes richocet off the inner walls of my lungs
and go past the tongue faster than bullets come out of guns

"Whenever the head is severed from the human body
with a sharp enough weapon the brain remains conscious for 10 seconds"

"What's the matter with ya'll, I'll spatter ya'll,
against the muthafuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapault

"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!!!"

(Verse 1)
Yea, it's the C-Quel, the C-Quel, Yo!
I'm hardcore from the nappy follicles in my pores
To every single pore in my skull
Hard from my mouth to my jaws
>From my jaws to my torso where my organs are stored
And from my balls in my draws to the floor
I pray to God they hurry up and start the third World War
So I can start World War 4 and murder us all
I don't give a fuck if you rich or you poor
Don't give a fuck if you got ya' picture in the Source of Forbes
I don't give a fuck who won an award
On stage tryna' thank God I'll chop ya' tongue off wit' a sword
Let they blood pour all on the floor
If it ain't a cordless, you gettin' punched in the jaw and hung wit' the cord
I'll leave ya' corpse stiff as a board
Like frozen meat tryna' thaw then bury you under the morge
Gettin' in my way is like jumpin' in front of a car
Breakin' the sound barrier, that means the car is in front of the horn
By the time you hear it blowin', it's too late to respond
By the time you feel it hit chu, I'm gone
I'll send ya' to hell where you belong
So by the time ya' body hits the floor
Ya' spirit won't be in it no more
Who could flow for 4 minutes or more
Without breaks, without mistakes, without flaws
I got millions of styles and I mastered'em all
A metaphor matador fast enough to make the bullcharge and crash in the wall


(OVERLAP 2)
"Whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"

"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' crown with ya' head still attached to it"

"I battle you the respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck"

"Ambushin' emcees, jumpin' out the trees like Vietnamese
in fatigues covered with leaves"

"Next year, you'll be walkin' around the "How Can I Be Down"
conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""

"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever"

"Fuck ya'll, you don't impress me and no one can test me,
an emcee so ill I got AIDS scared to catch me"

(Verse 2)
Canibus is what the hardcore niggas is waitin' on
Debatin' on what the fuck is takin' so long
Well I'm here now, verbal ass whippins bout to get shared out
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Faggit niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas ass like Stout
Then bust a shot in the muthafuckin' courtroom and watch it clear out
A hundred thousand mile warranty
Metaphorically, I'll use a hundred thousand styles and murder you orally
I took a lion on tour wit' me, made him respect authority
Smacked him in the head for trynna' roar at me
Lyrics got my undivided loyalty
And there ain't nothin' on this God damn planet that's worth more to me
In the name of Hip-Hop niggas could corner me
Torture me, slice me then stitch me up like embroidery
Way back before gold-plated male and female
RCA jacks was used for crystal clear playback
I was trynna' blaze ADATS, and if a nigga said my demo was wack?
I'd beat his ass and took my tape back
"Yea nigga" "What? Yeah nigga take that"
Anybody get outta' line, get they face slapped
Quick fast, the Can-I-Bus'll buss yo' ass
Then I'll bust you wit' a shotgun blast
It's not fun so I don't laugh
To me this rap shit is as serious as, the death of a loved one
You know how you be feelin' sad
That's how I feel when I grab the microphone but niggas don't understand
Canibus is unequivocably the illest killin' machine in the industry
For the 20th century
Trapped in a max security building
Sufferin' from a severe illness called brillance (echoes)

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