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Oh No
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Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! It's the Gangsta Boo comin' at you with
Niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin' shoes and what the, uh
We be the muffins, my team be the buckets
My team be the quickest, baby you say, "What the fuck was this?"
Who that be? Where she at? We gots to get her, yo
Rip a six, Gangsta Boo, watch her come and get me, ho
Backyard niggas on the payroll ready to squash you, baby
Slice and dice your ass like a fruit with a chrome machete
I hope you ready, you see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams
Make believe shit come true, know what I mean, nigga?
I'm out of control like a fucked up rollercoaster ride
Let me get high while you motherfuckers die, nigga
I be demolishing bitches, but I slow
I don't give a fuck 'cause you're hatin', what the fuck for?
You do not pay me, neither do you play me
Hypnotize comin' for real, we paper chasin'
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! I'm sick and tired of playin' with these fuckin' hoes
All my life I seen friends turn to motherfuckin' foes
Help a nigga out his seat, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas throwin' dough on 'caine, talkin' behind your back
I make the bullets pass across your back like
Don't believe me, test me, Jack
You better be nigga, you better be quick
When this fuckin' forty click
It's gonna be cold in your coffin, extra holes in your nose
Ain't a killer in a nigga, 'bout a skrilla
But a hustler, about to struggle, deep in the trouble
Kickin' doors, guns to brain
Slangin' 'caine in the snow or in the rain
I'm gon' maintain in the street or on the strip
I'm makin' grip, shakin' dice, the cheese a flip
A pimp a bitch, runnin' cones or sellin' the phones
I'm in your home, put them tones up in your face, so now it's on
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Oh no! When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
We get so fucked, we try to tell some shit
Ha! I got next, get complex, yes
On the CDs and cassettes, makin' death threats, hey
If you bitches wanna flex, catch a neck wreck, bet
Lost some myths about your chest from the fist checks
Many bitches coppin' six by the goodness, fit
Rock a mic up off the stage if it's cordless, yeah
'Bout to get your way out chest 'til you thousand X
I slow the dip up in my Chevy, hit the head mix
Kill 'em all by the threes with multiplicity, no sympathy
Name is no infamy, bitch, you bleed from this infamy
Horrifically, your pretty self's a symphony, gone mentally
Make a believer or not, so put it on the show, they call it Ripley
So patiently, sucka who chuckles for
Buckles when he catch these knuckles
This hustler'll take you and fade you, you ain't got no muscle
I leave you sniffin' on the curb like a hella gang, gang
You don't want no parts of this kid, I bring the octave
They don't want it, they'll put the pump to your stomach
Hittin' you up with shots, give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats can gain from this
The verbal verdict is venom, I'm dishin' it by the hundreds
Strang out, try to sell you in a rectang out
Hussein foul, put an end to that bullshit you claim now
From Memphis to Yo City, my fo-fo gritty
Lil' Goat for Sheezy, put the fifty to your kitty
Fuck with insane thugs, that's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain with slugs, don't get slained and plugged
You get popped off, Glock with hot shots and dropped off
I spot y'all when I pop mines off
It's them Outlawz and Three 6 y'all can't do shit with
That slick shit, shiesty, nasty, new brick mix shit
I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my plans and I'ma be comin' out there for smokin' the L for you
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