Oh No - Snoop Dogg, 50 Cent

It’s 50 Cent and S-N double O-P

You don’t want no snoop and you don’t want it with me

Everytime I come around they like «Oh No»

I get to trippin;

slap the clip up in my 44

Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold

I get to poppin off that thang like I’m loco

No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)

Motherfuckers light out (light out)

Here come snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No)

Sup nigga, sup now huh?

(Oh No)

Ricky Ticky Timble, C’s is the symbol

Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up

Straight razors just keep you trimmed up

1−8-7, oh yeah, now you remember

He’s electrifyin & original

So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal

The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut

Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don’t give a shit

You betta check dat ho, that’s what wreckin G

Now step your game down, cuz ain’t no checkin me

You’ll be respecting me until I leave this room

Or my gat’ll go boom, bullets go zoom

Now your name is on a tomb

They pourin out liquor with no room to consume, silly bafoon

I pop niggas like balloons, I ain’t feelin em

Walkin in my big blue chucks cuz I’m killin em

Hey what up cuz, it’s 50 Cent;

What’s happin nigga?

Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (yea)

Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye… an

He who fears fate lives like coward

You go against me, you’ll be devoured

Then you get to poppin you’ll have change of heart

I hit your chest a couple times you’ll have to change your heart

Have doc usin donors, dead niggas wit spare parts

You come back wit lungs of a snicth, and the heart of dead nark

Niggas never see the light till spark

Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark

You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets

You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me

These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits

Push me a hundred revolvers’ll get to spinnin

Your services are no longer needed;

rock-a-bye baby

My bitch will do it to you with a lil 380 (yea)

I’m bailin thru the door again

Let momo pour again

Me and my ho again

Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker

And I’mma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka ducka us

It’ll crack off, now back off -real slow

An if you don’t know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho

Yea that’s my reputation — you test my patience &

You & your fam — bam — gon hear the blam, blam

Goddammit I’m at it again

They done let bitch niggas up outta the pen

And now he lookin for me — what the heck — my game is built on respect

Now I’m breathin down your motherfuckin neck

I dumps till my clip is empty

I’m headin down willshire to send the scent

And when I get there don’t ask who sent me

Just take dem shots and drop it like it hot

Bitch nigga

Ha-ha-ha

Yea nigga

Just when you though I was gone

Slide back up on you like the wind nigga

With the G, G, G, G, G, G, G-UNIT