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


