Gangsta Boo - Oh No lyrics
[fatal]
1 - (oh no) when at the clubwhen at the club
When at the clubwe get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the clubwhen at the club
When at the clubwe get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the clubwhen at the club
When at the clubwe get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(oh no) when at the clubwhen at the club
When at the clubwe get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
[gangsta boo]
Oh noyou can't
Misses gangsta boo comin' atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochieswatered up
We be the roughestmy team be the buckestmy team be the quickest
Makin' you say "what the fuck was it? !
Who that be? where she at? we besta get heryo!"
Triple 6gangsta boowhy don't you come & get me ho? !
Bet y'all niggas on the payrollready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see freddy in your fuckin' dreams
Make believe shit come trueknow what I mean nigga?
I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get highthought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
I be the mindlessshoot bitcheswhen I flow
I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'
What the fuck for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin' for real
We paper chasin'
Repeat 1
[fatal]
(oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes
All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
If a nigga out to seawhat the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas sellin' ? dolo? 'caine
Talkin' 'bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like...
Don't believe me? test me jack
*brrapbrrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimbleyou better be quick
When this fuckin' forty click
It's gonna be cold in your partna's house
Wit hoes in your doors bitch
Ain't a killaain't a niggaby the scrilla
But a hustlaI'm by the struggle
Keepin' the troublekickin' doors
Guns to brang
Slangin' 'caine
In the snowor in the rain
I'm gon' maintain
In the streetor on the strip
I'm makin' grips
Shakin' dice
The cheeseI flip
I pimp a bitch
Runnin' combson cellular phones
I'm in your home
Put them toesup in your face
So now it's on
Repeat 1
HaI got ? ? flicks
Yeson the c-b set cassette
Make you deaf? haif you bitches wanna flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>from the ? chest
Many bitches I been sexed
By the lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stageif it's cordless
Yeslove the gangsta way I test
Take three thousand x
I smoke the dope up in my chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill 'em allby the three 6 multiplicityno sympathy
Namin' startin' from the c-b-q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
? ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ? ?put it on the showthey called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curbmake ya head like ? ?
You don't want no posse ? ? ?
They don't want it
Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin' you up wit shots
Give you reasons to run with
The dumbestain't nothin' these cats get game from
It's the verbal verdict
It's venomI'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
Train gastryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shityou playin' now?
>from memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil' gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
Fuck wit hussein & thugs
That's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Don't get slain then plug
You'll get popped off
Block wit hot shotsand dropped off
I spot y'allwhen I popped mines off
It's them outlaws in three 6y'all can't do shit with
That slick shitsheistynastynew brickmix shit
I'm tellin' youyou my manI'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my plans
And i'mma be pourin' out liquorsmokin' an l for you
"shuttle controlshuttle control..."
