Busta Rhymes – Oh God lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do what it do now
Come on, you whack niggas
I don't mean to be bold but put that whack you speak on hold

[Verse:]
Make it sound like we be back in 'em projects
In 'em pissy yell-elevators, swingin' corners
Just sippin' on quarter waters (oh, shi...)
While we slickin' on pimps that be whackin' gators
While I sizzle like radiators, mugglin' coke across the borders
Tho we hovercraftin' across the waters
While I be splashin' and bustin' that ass, you know the order
My god, it fit like a dish, swag niggarish
Big dick harder than a roll of quarters (dayum)
Appreciate all my supporters that heat shit like saunas
And call a couple heats jokes (call up the reporters)
We got the powder for the niggas that's snorters
My interstate traffic is still whippin' in Explorers
I-95, shit like this was 86, whippin' rentals, transportin' 80 bricks
I'm over many, I got plenty, you know it's Hemmi
What? You can tell me, I'm always ready to c*** the semi (c*** the semi)
(We havin' fun again) While we put the bulls on
You niggas that will abandon chip
(I been watchin' you want to run again)
Boom ba pushin' in front of the line as we establish shit
I know you've been patiently waiting for Extinction Level Event 2
Hold up a minute, you gonna get it boo
My niggas on those corners for the last 16 years
Waiting for motivation music, you gon' get it too
You know how rough it gets
When I come thru, big and sloppy like Snufalufagus
Model bitch movin' 'em off unless she wanna kiss
Which one of these for me... Rap niggas I wanna dis'
Too many for me to name
You would see Church Watches, she doesn't even float the scene
When I drop off a goddess, you niggas know my mean
Another species of analogy you can neva tame
Niggas thinkin' this s***s a game
Watch out the barbecue sizzle, niggas, when I unleash the flame
I don't involve myself, most of you niggas lame
You niggas just trash, you? You should be ashamed
Yea, I know it's me you blame
For a while, out in the way, you niggas black, that's why you niggas came
Watchin' my face in a museum, up in a picture frame
Give 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, no
You 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' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)

[Verse: Raekwon)
Doin' my hand, either way, a nigga do it till he black in the spot
Aye, 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 holler
Knew it was candy, so you just beat 'I'm like a piñata
Niggas hate, when I'm around, they get silent
West Coast, where a lot of niggas get violent
Tryna rob me? (Shot pah!) Dead tryin'
Cowboy, walk with a knofe, Dez Bryant
You can hate, but I'm tryna get that package off ya
Don't play me and tell me that the package lost
Cause I'm blastin' off, and that thing?
I make you lean, smokin' the quiff?
Eyes red, took his glasses off
This a warning shot, muthafucka, bing bang
I don't play no game, not a dream chaser
Gun you there and yo whole fam gon' miss ya
Then rob ya for yo J's
Then they'll miss you

[Hook:]
Oh, God, no, the way we give you the hard, no
You 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' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)

[Verse: O. T. Genasis)
Wake up, man, release that, man
Release that on the niggas, man
Guagin' his mouth, smile for the camera, Cuban laptop
Posin' in black, I get ya bitch fly, Louie astronaut jumper
A kilo under, on me, green rafe, I'm rich with tha hunger
Fly tap industry, niggas in my hood 'yo majesty'
Throw some pies at me then gat me
True, whateva's clever, show me yo ring
Wish yo rbi's, yo chef keep doin' yo thing
Torso, you know the Morse code, take care of ye niggas
Sorry gets kill yoself, what? Reveal yourself
My ankle bracelet cost more than yo house
Dynamic duo, meet ghost when you grouch
Get money and fly the world like Pan Air my lamb is here
Stripper, fat ass a sandwich
You see it, unless you lean on the arm
Eat cool, mami, be flex on it, I suggest be calm
And sit where I tell ya to sit
On top of my dick, go on a love seat, you're meetin' with slick
It'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, no
You 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' bitch, you gon' see him get into it)