Busta Rhymes – Oh No Lyrics

I got ’em
f*ck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there’s no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear while every speaker knockin’
Motherf*cker got ’em flockin’
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning
(Flocka! Clout thirsty niggas on the ‘gram, we block ’em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flock ’em
(Flocka! I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? I got ’em
Y’all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You’re better off leavin’, purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon’ thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin’, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talkin’
Bitch, what’s the problem? They must’ve forgotten
f*ck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill ’em all ’til they decay and they rotten
Whip shit I can’t pronounce, just know it’s foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I’m making ’em sick again, bitch, go ‘head, vomit
Bitch, what’s the problem? Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique? f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga? f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? I got ’em
(Dready)
I got ’em
Bitch, what’s the problem? Nigga, I got ’em
Me takin’ L’s, that talk is so uncommon
And shit, hide they shit before my niggas rob ’em
You better off dead or probably playin’ possum
And stay on the ground ’cause there’s no better option
Then f*ck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
Bitch, what’s the problem? f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
f*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)
Bitch, what’s the problem? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? I got ’em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot ’em
Man, f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wonderin’ who shot him
Grave located, don’t post these niggas garden
Pop niggas up, now watch how I’ma 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 ’em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop ’em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop ’em
What we ‘posed to do? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
f*ck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No) Bitch, what’s the problem? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon’ stop him? How we f*ck shit up, my nigga? Spock ’em
Then cop me a planet, f*ck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin’, pullin’ up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin’, countin’ blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
Bitch, what’s the problem? Nigga, I got ’em
(Watch how I) How I wack ’em and I sock ’em
Outer space with it how I Mr. f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? Nigga, I got ’em
Need I remind ’em? Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get the pass and meet Mavaca (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you niggas can f*ck with my clique? f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, my nigga?