Busta Rhymes - Oh God Lyrics
(Intro)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahDo what it do nowCome on, you whack niggasI don't mean to be bold but put that whack you speak on hold(Verse)Make it sound like we be back in 'em projectsIn 'em pissy yell-elevators, swingin' cornersJust sippin' on quarter waters (oh, shi...)While we slickin' on pimps that be whackin' gatorsWhile I sizzle like radiators, mugglin' coke across the bordersTho we hovercraftin' across the watersWhile I be splashin' and bustin' that ass, you know the orderMy god, it fit like a dish, swag niggarishBig dick harder than a roll of quarters (dayum)Appreciate all my supporters that heat shit like saunasAnd call a couple heats jokes (call up the reporters)We got the powder for the niggas that's snortersMy interstate traffic is still whippin' in ExplorersI-95, shit like this was 86, whippin' rentals, transportin' 80 bricksI'm over many, I got plenty, you know it's HemmiWhat? You can tell me, I'm always ready to ***** the semi (***** the semi)(We havin' fun again) While we put the bulls onYou niggas that will abandon chip(I been watchin' you want to run again)Boom ba pushin' in front of the line as we establish shitI know you've been patiently waiting for Extinction Level Event 2Hold up a minute, you gonna get it booMy niggas on those corners for the last 16 yearsWaiting for motivation music, you gon' get it tooYou know how rough it getsWhen I come thru, big and sloppy like SnufalufagusModel ***** movin' 'em off unless she wanna kissWhich one of these for me... rap niggas I wanna dis'Too many for me to nameYou would see Church Watches, she doesn't even float the sceneWhen I drop off a goddess, you niggas know my meanAnother species of analogy you can neva tameNiggas thinkin' this shits a gameWatch out the barbecue sizzle, niggas, when I unleash the flameI don't involve myself, most of you niggas lameYou niggas just trash, you? you should be ashamedYea, I know it's me you blameFor a while, out in the way, you niggas black, that's why you niggas cameWatchin' my face in a museum, up in a picture frameGive you a type of shit that's too real till you feel the pain(Hook)Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, noYou think you can confront with my squad, yo?Mean? cause no is to God, yo(I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)(Trackin' the' *****, you gon' see him get into it)(Verse: Raekwon)Doin' my hand, either way, a nigga do it till he black in the spotAye, yo eva seen a nigga slick talkin' to hear a joke?Actin' like a wrestler so you put up between the ropes?Hangin' from the ceilin', arms swingin', watchin' 'em hollerKnew it was candy, so you just beat 'I'm like a piñataNiggas hate, when I'm around, they get silentWest Coast, where a lot of niggas get violentTryna rob me? (Shot pah! ) Dead tryin'Cowboy, walk with a knofe, Dez BryantYou can hate, but I'm tryna get that package off yaDon't play me and tell me that the package lostCause I'm blastin' off, and that thing?I make you lean, smokin' the quiff?Eyes red, took his glasses offThis a warning shot, mutha*****a, bing bangI don't play no game, not a dream chaserGun you there and yo whole fam gon' miss yaThen rob ya for yo J'sThen they'll miss you(Hook)Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, noYou think you can confront with my squad, yo?Mean? cause no is to God, yo(I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)(Trackin' the' *****, you gon' see him get into it)(Verse: O.T. Genasis)Wake up, man, release that, manRelease that on the niggas, manGuagin' his mouth, smile for the camera, Cuban laptopPosin' in black, I get ya ***** fly, Louie astronaut jumperA kilo under, on me, green rafe, I'm rich with tha hungerFly tap industry, niggas in my hood 'yo majesty'Throw some pies at me then gat meTrue, whateva's clever, show me yo ringWish yo RBI's, yo chef keep doin' yo thingTorso, you know the Morse code, take care of ye niggasSorry gets kill yoself, what? Reveal yourselfMy ankle bracelet cost more than yo houseDynamic duo, meet ghost when you grouchGet money and fly the world like Pan Air my lamb is hereStripper, fat ass a sandwichYou see it, unless you lean on the armEat cool, mami, be flex on it, I suggest be calmAnd sit where I tell ya to sitOn top of my dick, go on a love seat, you're meetin' with slickIt's the kid with the head sneakers, check out his?Go fight fowl on stages of bleachers(Hook)Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, noYou think you can confront with my squad, yo?Mean? cause no is to God, yo(I mon' see a man, he gon' see the way he do it)(Trackin' the' *****, you gon' see him get into it)
