Bass me  face me  task the tip of a tastey
 Bitches are sweet as a pastry
 You don't know me homey  from a peach or a pony
 I'm the Only  now your lyrics look lonely
 Lyrically fortified  born  I'm immortalised
 Lightin shit up from Wranglers to raw hides
 Packed with black positivity and wizardry
 I'm my own body and it built for partyin
 I rip hearts apart as if it's my last rap
 ???? abroad and I represent that ass dat
 shows seniority, lays the foundation
 Bolos and donuts, oh I built the nation
 Keep the faith tastin, keep the touch clutched
 Keep your face way away from the rough stuff
 If it ain't rough it ain't rugged
 Either you are born with none or you're stacked or star-studded
 >From the intro to end I will flow
 and aslo, yo come let the ho's go

 Chorus:

 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Let the ho's go)
 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho

 Verse 2: Treach

 Meet my friend Mac 10, sittin backpacked and mackin
 Thirsty for action, workin and smackin
 The last of the allies, smoke em up shall I
 or should I? I'm sure to give it a good try
 No need for a survival kit, there's none left to fix
 They've all been blown into dust bits
 Floatin in space, spinnin in infinity
 Part of the start is the end of any identity
 Lost in the source, no cause, so the boss gettin off
 East, the West, the South, break North
 You'll bite as my chew, as a guard duckin a graveyard
 Actin is for actors so you rap but don't you play hard
 I got the Mac to wax and I ain't tryin to fall back
 I rap like I'm the tops, stay real cos I'm all that
 It's my way on a highway, forget your friends
 cos I stick that ass like cowboys stickin a contact lens
 Let the ho's go

 Chorus

 Verse 3: Treach

 You say you're hittin hard, huh, I say you're hardly hittin
 I grip ya quick like a pussy in a kitten mitten
 I'm gettin grand and greater, sucker catch ya later
 He gettin paid with the fade of a Space Invader
 You lookin Moonstruck, fear, start to talkin tough
 then sayin "sorry" like I really give a motherfuck
 You're little late, don't you think that was the wrong approach-a?
 A sqwuab by the name of Treach is sure to up and smoke ya
 At anytime, anywhere, for any wanted cause
 I got a double-barrelled pump that's sayin "Give me yours"
 Then I'ma dash in a flash, duck and go for cover
 Cos I have one for this robbery and many others
 Another gangster, no I'm like an angry ecker
 Droppin you and gettin mad if you don't say "Thankyer"
 The clip clockin killers, and plus my county crew
 I gotta clutch, I'll clean your life, naw not after you
 So don't try ta hide or apologise
 Apologies and go meet a French eyes is wise
 So if you know what I mean and have a hop block
 and never ever seen a day when the money stops
 You gotta put up your fists, just to let me know
 Ain't I gotta pump it hard to let the ho's go
 Let the ho's go

 Chorus

 Verse 4: Treach

 Competition on canvas, never have I heard the tongue
 Throw a watch at me without it being fuckin hung
 Give it a new style, neck him up and keep him learning
 Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
 I let her see the white sheet hit the concrete
 and see that head go off and down from a thousand feet
 Cos the brother's around me don't even play all that
 They see a sheet and a cross, they say "Oh, gimme that"
 Hollow wind in Illtown and don't you be a ghost
 Cos you get your broke or even worst smoked
 Now this rhyme is regard' lyrically low cold
 But it had to have the flow to let the ho's go
 Let the ho's go

 Chorus extended