| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Do what it do now
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| Come on, you whack niggas
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| I don’t mean to be bold but put that whack you speak on hold
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| Make it sound like we be back in 'em projects
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| In 'em pissy yell-elevators, swingin' corners
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| Just sippin' on quarter waters (oh, shi…)
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| While we slickin' on pimps that be whackin' gators
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| While I sizzle like radiators, mugglin' coke across the borders
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| Tho we hovercraftin' across the waters
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| While I be splashin' and bustin' that ass, you know the order
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| My god, it fit like a dish, swag niggarish
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| Big dick harder than a roll of quarters (dayum)
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| Appreciate all my supporters that heat shit like saunas
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| And call a couple heats jokes (call up the reporters)
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| We got the powder for the niggas that’s snorters
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| My interstate traffic is still whippin' in Explorers
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| I-95, shit like this was 86, whippin' rentals, transportin' 80 bricks
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| I’m over many, I got plenty, you know it’s Hemmi
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| What? |
| You can tell me, I’m always ready to cock the semi (cock the semi)
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| (We havin' fun again) While we put the bulls on
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| You niggas that will abandon chip
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| (I been watchin' you want to run again)
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| Boom ba pushin' in front of the line as we establish shit
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| I know you’ve been patiently waiting for Extinction Level Event 2
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| Hold up a minute, you gonna get it boo
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| My niggas on those corners for the last 16 years
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| Waiting for motivation music, you gon' get it too
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| You know how rough it gets
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| When I come thru, big and sloppy like Snufalufagus
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| Model bitch movin' 'em off unless she wanna kiss
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| Which one of these for me… rap niggas I wanna dis'
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| Too many for me to name
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| You would see Church Watches, she doesn’t even float the scene
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| When I drop off a goddess, you niggas know my mean
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| Another species of analogy you can neva tame
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| Niggas thinkin' this shits a game
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| Watch out the barbecue sizzle, niggas, when I unleash the flame
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| I don’t involve myself, most of you niggas lame
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| You niggas just trash, you? |
| you should be ashamed
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| Yea, I know it’s me you blame
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| For a while, out in the way, you niggas black, that’s why you niggas came
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| Watchin' my face in a museum, up in a picture frame
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| Give you a type of shit that’s too real till you feel the pain
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| (Hook)
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| Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
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| You think you can confront with my squad, yo?
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| Mean? |
| cause no is to God, yo
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| (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)
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| (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)
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| (Raekwon)
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| Doin' my hand, either way, a nigga do it till he black in the spot
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| Aye, yo eva seen a nigga slick talkin' to hear a joke?
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| Actin' like a wrestler so you put up between the ropes?
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| Hangin' from the ceilin', arms swingin', watchin' 'em holler
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| Knew it was candy, so you just beat 'im like a piñata
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| Niggas hate, when I’m around, they get silent
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| West Coast, where a lot of niggas get violent
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| Tryna rob me? |
| (Shot pah!) Dead tryin'
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| Cowboy, walk with a knofe, Dez Bryant
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| You can hate, but I’m tryna get that package off ya
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| Don’t play me and tell me that the package lost
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| Cause I’m blastin' off, and that thing?
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| I make you lean, smokin' the quiff?
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| Eyes red, took his glasses off
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| This a warning shot, muthafucka, bing bang
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| I don’t play no game, not a dream chaser
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| Gun you there and yo whole fam gon' miss ya
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| Then rob ya for yo J’s
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| Then they’ll miss you
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| (Hook)
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| Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
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| You think you can confront with my squad, yo?
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| Mean? |
| cause no is to God, yo
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| (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)
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| (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)
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| (O.T. Genasis)
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| Wake up, man, release that, man
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| Release that on the niggas, man
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| Guagin' his mouth, smile for the camera, Cuban laptop
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| Posin' in black, I get ya bitch fly, Louie astronaut jumper
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| A kilo under, on me, green rafe, I’m rich with tha hunger
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| Fly tap industry, niggas in my hood 'yo majesty'
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| Throw some pies at me then gat me
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| True, whateva’s clever, show me yo ring
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| Wish yo RBI’s, yo chef keep doin' yo thing
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| Torso, you know the Morse code, take care of ye niggas
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| Sorry gets kill yoself, what? |
| Reveal yourself
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| My ankle bracelet cost more than yo house
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| Dynamic duo, meet ghost when you grouch
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| Get money and fly the world like Pan Air my lamb is here
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| Stripper, fat ass a sandwich
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| You see it, unless you lean on the arm
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| Eat cool, mami, be flex on it, I suggest be calm
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| And sit where I tell ya to sit
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| On top of my dick, go on a love seat, you’re meetin' with slick
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| It’s the kid with the head sneakers, check out his?
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| Go fight fowl on stages of bleachers
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| (Hook)
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| Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
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| You think you can confront with my squad, yo?
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| Mean? |
| cause no is to God, yo
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| (I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)
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| (Trackin' the' bitch, you gon' see him get into it) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh God , by - Busta Rhymes. Song from the album Catastrophic 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп