Oh No

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tear Da Club Up Thugs] (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] Oh no you can't, Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest Makin' you say "What the fuck was it?! Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!" Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come and get me ho?! Back to y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby Slice and dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machete I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams Make believe shit come true, nahmean nigga? I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died nigga (La la la la) I be demolishin' bitches, when I flow I don't give a fuck cause ya hatin', what the fuck fo'? You do not pay me, neither do you break me Hypnotize comin' for real, we paper chasin' [Chorus: Tear Da Club Up Thugs] (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) [Verse 2: Tear Da Club Up Thugs] I'm sick and tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes All my life I've seen friends turned another fuckin' foes If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back? A group of niggas somewhere gone on 'caine Talkin' 'behind yo back I make the bullets dance across your back like Dum, dum, dum, tap Don't believe me? Test me Jack *brrap, brrrrap brrap brap* You better be nimble, you better be quick When this fuckin' forty click It's finna be cold in your car cause Extra holes in your do's bitch [Verse 3: Tear Da Club Up Thugs] Ain't a killa, in a nigga, bout his scrilla But a hustla, about his struggle, keepin' the trouble Kickin' doors, Gun 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, I flip, I pimp a bitch Runnin' corners, on cellular phones, I'm in your home Put them toes, up in your face, so now it's on [Chorus: Tear Da Club Up Thugs] (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club (Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit (Oh no) [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Ha, I got next scarecrow death flex, yes On the CD's and cassettes makin death threats, heh If you bitches wanna flex, catch ya neck wrecked, bent Like some mist up out your chest from the [?] Many bitches have been sexed by the Lord misfit Rock a mic up off the stage, if it's cordless, yes Love the gangsta way I test, to two thousand X I snort the damp up in my Chevy, hit the headrest (Kill em) Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy Name is lord infamous C-B-Q, Be from this infa-mee Horifically, tha pretty styles & sympathies gone mentally Make a believer not not so pretty so put it on the show, they called it rippley So picture the sucka who chuckles wit buckles when he catch the knuckles 'Cause hoes will duct tape you and cut you, you ain't got the muscle I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like grr grr You don't want no parts of this case I bring the ultra hurt [Verse 5: Hussein Fatal] They don't want it, Fatal put the pump to your stomach Hittin' you up wit 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 Train gal, tryin' to seal you in the rec-tan-gel Hussein foul, put it in that apple shit, you playin' now From Memphis to yo' city, my fo-fo pretty Loco fo' sheezy, put the fiddy to ya kidney Fuck wit Hussein and thugs, that's your brain on drugs I bring the pain wit slugs, don't get slained and plugged You'll get popped off, block wit hot shots, and dropped off I spot y'all, when I popped mines off It's them Outlaws and Three 6, y'all can't do shit with That slick shit, sheisty, 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 pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you