Oh No
Lyrics
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P
You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me

Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
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Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
He's electrifyin' and original
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
When you see my knife out
You go against me, you'll be devoured
(Lights out)
With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
You'll be respectin' me until you leave this room
The one you hate to love in the club, in the cut
And now he lookin' for me what the heck? My game is built on respect
Hurricane D O double G
Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up
Goddammit, I'm at it again
It's 50 Cent and S N double O P
(Lights out)
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
Slide back up on you like the wind, nigga
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
And when I get there don't ask who sent me
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga, I don't give a shit
Your services are no longer needed, rock a bye, baby
Motherfuckers light out
(Knife out)
They done let that bitch, nigga up outta the pen
(Lights out)
You can call me the beast from the East, I run these streets
He who fears fate lives like a coward
Courdoroy khakis, stacies and brimmed up
Motherfuckers light out
Let the Momo pour again
Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot
Bitch, nigga
So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
Me and my ho again
An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom
Yea, nigga, just when you thought I was gone
Now, step your game down 'cause ain't no checkin' me
(Oh no)
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
Hundred miles an hour, pulse flyin' wit my eye an
Niggas never see the light till it spark
Yeah that's my reputation, you test my patience and
Motherfuckers light out
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
Yeah, she got the four up in this motherfucker
No sense in coppin' pleas
No sense in coppin' pleas
Publishers: 221 PUBLISHING, 50 CENT MUSIC, MY OWN CHIT MUSIC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
(Yeah)
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
Or touch us or sucka duck us
And I'ma bust it if you try to rush us
Songwriters: Calvin Broadus, Michael J Clervoix, Curtis James Jackson, Rondell Edwin Turner
Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
Motherfuckers light out
Hey whaddup 'cuz it's 50 Cent, what's happenin', nigga?
Then they bleed, it get cold then shit get dark
You don't want no Snoop and you don't want it wit me
(Oh shit, oh no)
(Knife out)
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me
Push me a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin'
I'm headin' down Willshire to San Vicente
(Lights out)
I get to trippin' slap the clip up in my 44
When you see my knife out
No sense in coppin' pleas
Now, your names on a tomb
When you see my knife out
You come back wit lungs of a snitch an the heart of a dead nark
1 8 7, oh yeah, now you remember
It'll crack off, now, back off real slow
Have doc usin' donors, dead niggas with spare parts
Sup, nigga, sup, now
No sense in coppin' pleas
Here comes Snoop
Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin'
(Knife out)
You and your fam bam gon' hear the blam, blam
You betta check dat ho that's what wreckin' G
I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin' 'em
I dumps till my clips is empty
Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
I'm bailin' through the door again
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
When you see my knife out
Then you get to poppin' you'll have a change of heart
(Knife out)
(Yeah)
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil' 380
Now, I'm breathin' down your mortherfuckin' neck
Walkin' in my big, blue chucks 'cause I'm killin' 'em
They pourin' out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon
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