Oh No Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em
I got ’em
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em
Need I remind ’em, they must’ve forgotten
*** this *** up from the top to the bottom
*** ’em all ’til they decaying, they rotting
Whip *** I can’t pronounce, just know it’s foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I’m making ’em sick again, *** get here, vomit
***
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em
Me taking Ls while talking so uncommon
*** hide their *** before my niggas rob ’em
You better off dead or probably playing possum
And stay on the ground ’cause there’s no better option
Then *** up this *** with another concoction
Clear up the block with a blare from a shotgun
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot ’em
Man, *** around and end up on a milk carton
[*gunshot*]
*** wondering who shot him
Grave located, don’t post your *** garden
Pop niggas up, now watch my way I rock ’em
I chop a brick up now watch how they gon’ cop ’em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop them
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop ’em
Plot against us now watch how we just stop ’em
What we s’posed to do? *** from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the *** is they gon’ stop him
Clout thirsty niggas on the gram, we block ’em
Pull up and watch the way the *** flockin’
Flocka! Waka Flocka!
Most you niggas really ca-ca (And)
Get the passing, meet [?] (And)
*** you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop ’em (And)
Pop ’em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop
[*explosion*]
Think you niggas can *** with my clique I say “Oh no-no”
How could be better, *** could be never heard of, no
*** the building up, promoters screaming out “Oh no-no”
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like “Oh no”
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em (Watch how I)
Wack ’em and I sock ’em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock ’em
And cop me a planet, *** it up like Saturn
Batmobile whipping, pulling up to Gotham
[?] sipping, counting blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, *** know I beg your pardon
***, what’s the problem
How’d you *** it up my ***, I got ’em
Y’all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You better off leaving, purchase you a coffin
You gon’ thank me in the morning
You know that I keep ***, the *** barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do *** that keep all of you niggas talking
***, what’s the problem
*** you talking ’bout my ***, I got ’em
*** *** up here and all the way to Scotland
And broke him up with the [?], we gon’ pop him
And talk my *** clear, well let me speaker knock him
*** got him flockin’
I talk to the streets to be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning
Fl-Fl-Fl-Fl-Flocka! Wacka Flocka!
Most you niggas really ca-ca (And)
Get the passing, meet [?] (And)
*** you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop ’em (And)
Pop ’em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop
[*explosion*]
Think you niggas can *** with my clique I say “Oh no-no”
How could be better, *** could be never heard of, no
*** the building up, promoters screaming out “Oh no-no”
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like “Oh no-no”