Lyrics Oh No - Mos Def, Pharoahe Monch, Nate Dogg

Oh No

Mos def]
Yeah.
One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
Oh no Niggas aint scared to hustle
Its been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Mos def, nate dogg, and pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down
And played my game, my own two raise my flame
Cause dick ridin aint my thang
I earned what they said I wouldnt
I got it the way they said I couldnt
But now Im gettin it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad cause Im gettin caked out from my bookings
When yall was askin permission I just stepped up and took it What?!
the kids better buy my rookie card now
Cause after this year the price aint comin down
And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now
Cause in a minute, theres gonna be some real trouble comin out
Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it Its a shame that jealous gays is too short to see it But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7−1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin
You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason
To have the women in your mamas church screamin «lord jesus!»
Harder than yall cause Im smarter than yall
I know that deep down its got to be bothering yall
Pay attention, watch fly gon get larger than yall
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for yall, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve
The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard
And when we move, we aint got no discussion at all
East coast on your neck and you aint shruggin it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off
Im daddy brooklyn, yall niggaz are the sons of new york
Gettin spanked when theres too much trouble to talk
Respect mine
Oh no Look at who they let in the back door
From long beach to brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens salute to pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, pharoahes raps are blazin
And it amazes — me how you claim thug
But go two-ways without skytel pagers
Im intellectual, pass more essays/eses
Than motorcade police parades through east l.a.
More beef then delis, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele
Huh, hallelujah, pharoahe monchll do ya Maintain the same frame of mind — screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
Im equipped to rip ya, reach ya Pharoahe and mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
Mcs just — come on round
Youre the next contestants on «catch-a-beat-down»
Dont be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
Its evident we medicine for your whole town
Skys the limit, games infinite when Im in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when Im in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahes flows blows shows like afros
We hate yall though, thats why nate dogg goes:
-nate dogg:
Oh no Niggas aint scared to hustle
Its been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals cause they know
Pharoah and mos verbalize most from coast to coast step away from the mic they
Too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Oh no Look at who they let in the back door
From long beach to brooklyn they know
We rock from the east to west coast
Queens salute to pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose