No, No! - 50 Cent

It’s 50 dent & S-N-double O-P

You don’t want no snoop & you don’t want it wit me

Every time I come around they like «Oh No»

I get to tripping, slap the clip up in my 44

Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold

I get to popping off that thing like I’m loco

No sense in copping pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)

Motherfuckers light out (lights out)

Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No)

Sup Nigga, sup now, huh?

(Oh No)

Ricky Ticky Timble, see’s is the symbol

Corduroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up

Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up

1−8-7, oh yeah, now you remember

He’s electrifying & original

So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal

The one you hate to lov, in the club, in the cut

Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don’t giv a shit

You better check that ho, that’s what wreckin G

Now step your game 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

Now your names on a tomb

They pouring out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon

I pop niggas like balloons, I ain’t feeling 'em

Walking in my big blue chucks cause I’m killing 'em

Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;

What’s happening nigga?

Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea)

Hundred miles an hour pulse flying wit my eye, an

He who fears fate lives like a coward

You go against me, you’ll be devoured

Then you get to popping you’ll have a change of heart

I hit your chest a couple times you’ll have to change your heart

Have doc using donors, dead niggas with spare parts

You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark

Niggas never see the light till it spark

Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark

You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets

You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me

These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits

Push Me, a hundred revolvers’ll get to spinning

Your services are no longer needed, Rock-a-bye baby

My bitch’ll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)

Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;

What’s happening nigga?

I’m bailing through the door again

Let the Momo pour again

Me & my ho again

Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker

And I’ma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucker duck us

It’ll crack off, Now back off, real slow

An if you don’t know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho

Yea that’s my reputation, you test my patience &

You & your fam, bam, gon hear the blam, blam

Goddammit I’m at it again

They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen

And now he looking for me, what the heck, my game is built on respect

Now I’m breathing down your motherfucking neck

I dumps till my clips is empty

I’m heading down Willshire to San Vicente

And when I get there don’t ask who sent me

Just take them shots an drop it like it’s hot

Bitch Nigga

Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;

What’s happening nigga?

Ha-ha-ha

Yea Nigga

Just when you thought I was gone

Slide back up on you like the wind nigga