Oh God Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

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 

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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 cock the semi (cock 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 shits 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 

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(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) 

(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 'im 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 

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(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) 

(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)