[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
Like this
[Chorus: OW7LAW]
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, no love for 'em
[Verse 1: Tom Skeemask]
I made them niggas stick 'em up, stick 'em up, fool, it's time to lay you down
Bitch, the fuckin' scope is comin' from the fuckin' underground
Blast from the past, what's my fuckin' name? It's Skeemask
Niggas Of Destruction had to get that motherfuckin' last laugh
Disrespect my pimpin', I'm gonna have to catch you with a motherfuckin' slug
Fool, you should know, that was aimed at your fuckin' mug
Time to catch this nigga slippin', talkin' all that weak shit
You got some ana' on your chest? Bring it to the fuckin' streets
Check out my nine, look at my ride, put a sissy
Motherfucker straight from the [?] line
Do you know the fuckin' sko or should you know the fuckin' time?
You and yo' momma's talkin' shit, both you bitches finna get lynched
With me and my nigga MacKyle from the N.O.D. gangster clique
'Zno got the forty-four, TEC got the nine millimeter, fool
[?] come and pick up the rest of the fuckin' crew
Dawg, I'ma holler as I'm chiefin' on a fuckin' blunt
Put the bitches in the trunk 'cause there's no love for the punk
These bitches
[Chorus: OW7LAW]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, no love for 'em
[Verse 2: OW7LAW]
Oh, it's so early one Saturday mornin', po-po's breakin' in my front door
My brand new Nike Airmax tiptoein' and pulls up and across my bedroom floor
So high, smoked out, runnin', stumblin' towards the front door
Ho, livin' in Dixie Homes, got me flyin' from the second floor
Outside I hear that blue was lookin' try to find me
When I hizzeard one of the po-po' five-o's speakin' a' mention a robbery
That Outlaw committed the night before, that buster must have slipped, put them [?] on
Nigga while stuck up that fizzool and kicked him off the bridge
Vamp in the scenery, low profilin' to my hideaway
I plotted me a scheme so me and that bitch must snitch that ho done made my day
Times pass, hollow-tip bullets will clip in the type of the forty-fours
I'm stangin' out my [?], I'm slippin' on a mask, no fingerprint, gloves on
Steppin' and whippin', this pimpin' a pistol, bitch
I slip in the window
So slick, I creep, he sleep, a rude awakening on that hizzo
Kinda like I actin' like a psycho, stizzupid bitches make me clizzick quick
I pull the hammer, slammin', ain't no love for a snitchin' bitch
[Chorus: OW7LAW]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, no love for 'em
[Verse 3: Thugsta]
I gots no love for these bitches, and I gots my reasons why
I had this bitch, who I thought was straight but set me up to die
Well, my story goes like this, G
I had this Westside bitch, see
But my niggas was always sayin', that she was droppin' off the pussy
But my young, dumb ass was in love with this trick bitch
And I never figured that a trick bitch would ever put me in some fuckshit
(Man, was that pussy fat?)
Damn, she were good, I was thinkin' with my dick head
But thinkin' with my dickhead got me fucked up with the feds
That bitch sow me out like a goin'-out-of-business sale
Eight years in jail and you can't make bail, locked down in this fuckin' cell
I promise, when I get out, I'm gon' murder that bitch
Hit the jug with the main lick [?] on my fuckin' shit, finna put that bitch in the ditch
White is the mask, gripped up to the house with the grip on my forty-four
Kick down the door, looks on the floor and guess, who I saw with the ho?
The captain of the feds, gettin' head, this forty-four blowed 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches, I got no love for em
[Chorus: OW7LAW]
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, these snitchin' bitches
No love for 'em
These bitches, no love for 'em