Tell Me Lyrics - Silkk the Shocker

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Release information
Release Date: 1998-2-17
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta
length: 4:30
Yo, uh, Silkk, we gonna dedicate this one to all the hos out there.
I ain't calling every woman a ho, but, uh, if the shoe fits, wear it,
'Cause, uh.

[Chorus x 3]
Tell me what you think, after you talk to one of these stupid hos,
Tell me how you feel, after you **** one of these stupid hos.

Do you feel the same? Some hos want your change.
Hos been chasing *****s, rolling on their thangs.
They look for dope dealers, ballers, and hustlers.
See, real *****es hate busters.
Some *****es'll let you **** 'em till they bleed.
Uh, but rats like cheese.
You see, ***** stretch 'em out.
You go raw, and hos make childs,
And then the game, it ain't no thing.
But it's a shame cause a ho in it for one thing.
They after big timers with big papers, Biz Markie make vapors.
But see these hos will hate you if they know that they can't break you.
Some of these hos need to shut their ****ing mouth.
Wishing for a new car and don't have a house.


Don't play no games, trick, keep my name up out your mouth.
You say you hate me, but at the show you damn near passed out.
Wanting me to pay your rent, but not your relatives.
You mad at me, your baby daddy don't claim your kids.
You want a baller to fall for you.
But after a ***** **** you, he don't even call you.
Dollar signs in your eyes, ho.
Claiming you a virgin, but on tape you ****in' big Mo.
You rippin' round town, you say you ****ed a tru *****.
I ask P and Silkk, they say they couldn't remember.
You or your name, you stupid ho.
So get your kids, get your drawers, and hit the door.
Ho, I ain't got time for these *****es,
Stupid biatch.


Now would I see if I ****ed these hos, man 'cause P calls them a trip.
Lookin' at me like a big old dollar sign, figure them hos can get rich.
Now everybody worrying and ****, looking all stupid and ****.
*****s be acting soft.
When I met her, she was cool as ****.
All of a sudden, everybody got a ****ing problem.
Now, why you worrying about what kind of car that I got?
Conversating with those tricks, you talking ****.
Been looking at my rings and my watch.
Now after you hit it, look this trick, who you giving the cold shoulder,
And after you get your nut, then you be like mad as ****.
Look at her be like man, it's more over.
So you be sad when she there, and you be glad when she left.
And you be mad when she around so you pack your bags and stuff.
These hos like a diamond,
And be wearing things for free, but I'm a put them in they place.
Man, them hos be cool at first,
Then turn ****ing crazy like a guest on Ricky Lake.
I'll play the game for what it's worth *****, lil' G done keeping composure.
I'm a soldier, when I go on a date, I'm a bring guns, **** bring roses.
These hos a trip.


Ha ha, yeah.
What these hos don't realize;
They don't realize that uh,
If we was to give a ***** something, even if it was a few G's,
It really ain't nothing.
It ain't nothing but pocket change to us, *****.
Can't break the bank, baby.
And uh, treat these hos like fiends,
Give them just enough, so they'll come back.
*****, I don't need you, you need me
Stupid ho.

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CD 1
  • 1 I'm a Soldier
  • 2 Give Me the World
  • 3 Throw Yo Hood Up
  • 4 Just Be Straight With Me
  • 5 If I Don't Gotta
  • 6 Spotaggin
  • 7 We Can Dance
  • 8 Mama Always Told Me
  • 9 You Ain't Gotta Lie to Kick It
  • 10 Thug'n'Me
  • 11 All Night
  • 12 Who Can I Trust
  • 13 It Ain't My Fault
  • 14 What Gangstas Do
  • 15 Ummm
  • 16 Let Me Hit It
  • 17 How Many...
  • 18 Who I Be
  • 19 Tell Me
  • 20 Me and You