Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No, No!, artist - 50 Cent. Album song Rare, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2018
Record label: Xclusive
Song language: English
No, No! |
| It’s 50 dent & S-N-double O-P |
| You don’t want no snoop & you don’t want it wit me |
| Every time I come around they like «Oh No» |
| I get to tripping, slap the clip up in my 44 |
| Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold |
| I get to popping off that thing like I’m loco |
| No sense in copping pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) |
| Motherfuckers light out (lights out) |
| Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) |
| Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? |
| (Oh No) |
| Ricky Ticky Timble, see’s is the symbol |
| Corduroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up |
| Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up |
| 1−8-7, oh yeah, now you remember |
| He’s electrifying & original |
| So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal |
| The one you hate to lov, in the club, in the cut |
| Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don’t giv a shit |
| You better check that ho, that’s what wreckin G |
| Now step your game down, cause ain’t no checkin me |
| You’ll be respecting me until you leave this room |
| Or my gat’ll go boom, bullets go zoom |
| Now your names on a tomb |
| They pouring out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon |
| I pop niggas like balloons, I ain’t feeling 'em |
| Walking in my big blue chucks cause I’m killing 'em |
| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent; |
| What’s happening nigga? |
| Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea) |
| Hundred miles an hour pulse flying wit my eye, an |
| He who fears fate lives like a coward |
| You go against me, you’ll be devoured |
| Then you get to popping you’ll have a change of heart |
| I hit your chest a couple times you’ll have to change your heart |
| Have doc using donors, dead niggas with spare parts |
| You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark |
| Niggas never see the light till it 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 spinning |
| Your services are no longer needed, Rock-a-bye baby |
| My bitch’ll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea) |
| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent; |
| What’s happening nigga? |
| I’m bailing through the door again |
| Let the Momo pour again |
| Me & my ho again |
| Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker |
| And I’ma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucker duck 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 that bitch nigga up outta the pen |
| And now he looking for me, what the heck, my game is built on respect |
| Now I’m breathing down your motherfucking neck |
| I dumps till my clips is empty |
| I’m heading down Willshire to San Vicente |
| And when I get there don’t ask who sent me |
| Just take them shots an drop it like it’s hot |
| Bitch Nigga |
| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent; |
| What’s happening nigga? |
| Ha-ha-ha |
| Yea Nigga |
| Just when you thought I was gone |
| Slide back up on you like the wind nigga |