Mo Thugs

Mo Thugs - Ain't No Reason lyrics

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Chorus Ain't no reason for tha games these hoes play (4x)

Nigga it's tha year, playa hataz will be exposed.  These niggaz 

fallin off going out foe these hoes.  Trick tellin you what tha 

fuck she gon' do.  I keep on tryin to tell you, these hoes got game 

too.  So where's yo mac hand, wanna be a mac man, turn around, slap 

that bitch wit ah back hand, damn, now ya girl got ya cuffed, on ya 

way gone.  Prepare to do about 30 days strong.  She had homeboy, I 

told ya, got to be a soldier, fuckin wit Cleveland, yeah, it'll 

fold ya.  Nigga I'm for real about this shit that I speak, off this 

hand and drove my mind, always stay lit.  Now what's happenin?  

Cleveland in this bitch for real, I'm tryin to look out for my 

doggs, cuz these hoes can kill.  Trick, how you gon' do yours 

behind closed doors, cuz uh, Cleveland know about ya on tha down 

low.  I'm tha playa type, I lay it right off tha jump.  Puttin some 

shit in ya trunk, it's gon' bump.  But broad, I really can't blame 

you, playaz'll learn you really got game too.



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Now I done seen these hoes, come in all shapes and sizes, fake tha 

wise, hold on my stake to high gear. Ya got it down fallin some way 

or another, tryin to take out tha next young brother.  Lova, of 

this man, greed, indeed.  Sayin ya love to fuck and smoke all his 

weed, hey.  That's tha way life goes foe these hoes, playa, tha 

next thing, ya stay up on ya toes, cuz uh, like I told ya.  These 

hoes got game, runnin down and linin niggaz like an Amtrak train, 

can't explain, why.  I'm too busy high, herbed got my mind sayin 

that I'm passin'em by.  Mission Impossible, cuz these hoes simply 

ain't capable.  Going foe tha cash and dash, first chance 

available.  Bitch, really understand me, K EN D A W G, from tha L A 

N D and I got game, to come back on ya twice as nice, verbally 

hittin ya dome, like it was a fight.  Can't get me caught up in 

some shit, I let you know off tha real, that I ain't havin it, you 

hoes got game



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I wonder was this a setup.  Cuz I know these niggaz playa hatin, 

you said it was money involved, waitin, huh.  So now I come and 

see, what it is, I handle my biz, cuz I got a kid and uh, soon as I 

leave out tha do', I heard some shit.  I didn't pay it no mind, 

till I heard a click.  What tha fuck?  These niggaz tryin to rob.  

Undercover setup, bitch behind tha job.  Uh, had a nigga thinkin it 

was 'bout paper, ditch.  But this bitch was really on her taper, 

uh, now I gotta wet up this bitch.  Hope in tha mean time, this hoe 

get hit.  Damn, ain't no reason foe tha games that you play.  

Don't wanna die today but that's tha price to pay, uh. Next time I 

pass up on that cash, next time I pass up on that ass, bitch.  

Tried to get me straight, got, ain't no reason foe tha shots, you 

didn't peep tha plot.  When tha law come I can't explain, cuz I'm 

gon' let you know that you hoes got game, right right, yeah yeah



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