Snoop Dogg and 50 Cent - Oh No

Yeah (wha-, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent (wha-) and S-N-double-O-P (wha-wha-wha-what?)
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
Ahh

Every time I come around, they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the clip up in my .4-4
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)
Motherfucker, it's lights out (lights out)
Here come Snoop, man (ah, shit)
Oh no (what's up, nigga? What's up now, huh?)
Oh no

Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol
Corduroy khakis, Stacys and brimmed up
Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up
1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember? (Wow)
He's electrifying (wow) and original (wow)
So gangsta (wow), Snoop Dogg the criminal
The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut
Hugged up wit' yo' bitch, nigga, I don't give a shit (nigga, what?)
You better check that, ho (what?)
That's what wreckin', G (damn)
Now step your game down (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 (baow)
Now your name's on a tomb
They pourin' out liquor with no room to consume, ya silly buffoon
I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin' 'em
Walkin' in my big blue Chucks, cuz, I'm killin' 'em (Yeah)

Every time I come around they like, "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the clip up in my .4-4
Shit, I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)
Motherfucker, it's lights out (lights out)
Here come Snoop, man (aw, shit)
Oh no (ayy, what up, cuz?)
It's 50 Cent, man (wha-what's happnin' nigga?)

Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (yeah)
Hundred miles an hour, pulse flyin' wit my iron (uh-huh)
He who fears fate lives like a coward
You go against me, you'll be devoured (rrr)
That Nina get to poppin', you'll have change of heart
I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart
Have doc usin' donors, dead niggas for spare parts
You come back with lungs of a snitch and the heart of dead narc
Niggas never see the light 'til the spark
Then they bleed, it get cold
Then shit get dark (uh-huh)
You can call me the beast from the east
I run these streets, you could eat hollow tip shells
Or you could work for me (work for me)
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
Push me, a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin' (woo)
Your services are no longer needed, rock-a-bye baby
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil' .380 (yeah)

Every time I come around, they like "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the clip up in my .4-4
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)
Motherfucker, it's lights out (lights out)
Here come Snoop, man (aw, shit)
Oh no (what up?)
Oh no

I'm bailin' through the door again, let the Mo-Mo pour again
Me and my ho again, yeah she got the .4 up in this motherfucker
And I'ma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka-duck us
It'll crack off
Now back off, real slow (Back up real slow)
And if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Yeah, that's my reputation, you test my patience and
You and your fam, bam, gon' hear the blam, blam (blam, blam)
Goddammit, I'm at it again
They don' let bitch nigga up outta the pen
And now he lookin' for me, what the heck? (What?)
My game is built on respect
Now I'm breathin' down your motherfuckin' neck
I dumps 'til my clips is empty
I'm headin' down Wilshire to San Vicente
And when I get there, don't ask who sent me
Just take dem shots and drop it like it's hot, bitch nigga

Every time I come around, they likem "Oh no"
I get to trippin', slap the clip up in my .4-4
Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
I get to poppin' off that thang like I'm loco
No sense in coppin' pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)
Motherfucker, it's lights out (lights out)
Here come Snoop, man (aw, shit)
Oh no

Heh-heh-heh, yeah, nigga
Just when you thought I was gone
Slide back up on you like the wind, nigga
Hurricane D-O-double-G
With the G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Written by:
Michael J. Clervoix, Rondell Edwin Turner, Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Curtis James Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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