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    Song Lyrics / G / Gangsta Boo / Oh No Lyrics
    [fatal]
    1 - (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
    When at the club, we get so bumped
    We try to tear up some shit

    (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
    When at the club, we get so bumped
    We try to tear up some shit

    (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
    When at the club, we get so bumped
    We try to tear up some shit

    (oh no) when at the club, when at the club
    When at the club, we get so bumped
    We try to tear up some shit

    [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 & get me ho?!
    Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
    Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
    I hope you ready to see freddy in your fuckin' dreams
    Make believe shit come true, know what i mean nigga?
    I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
    Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
    I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when i flow
    I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'
    What the fuck for?
    You do not pay me
    Neither do you break me
    Hypnotize comin' for real
    We paper chasin'

    Repeat 1

    [fatal]
    (oh no) i'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes
    All my life i seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
    If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
    A group of niggas sellin' ?dolo? 'caine
    Talkin' 'bout how you back
    I make the bullets that ? like...
    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 gonna be cold in your partna's house
    Wit hoes in your doors bitch

    Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla
    But a hustla, i'm by the struggle
    Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors
    Guns to brang
    Slangin' 'caine
    In the snow, or in the rain
    I'm gon' maintain
    In the street, or on the strip
    I'm makin' grips
    Shakin' dice
    The cheese, i flip
    I pimp a bitch
    Runnin' combs, on cellular phones
    I'm in your home
    Put them toes, up in your face
    So now it's on

    Repeat 1

    Ha, i got ?? flicks
    Yes, on the c-b set cassette
    Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex
    Catch a neck ? bent
    Like some missed up out your chest
    >from the ? chest
    Many bitches i been sexed
    By the lord & this ?
    Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless
    Yes, love the gangsta way i test
    Take three thousand x
    I smoke the dope up in my chevy
    Hit the head rest
    Kill 'em all, by the three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
    Namin' startin' from the c-b-q
    Be from this infa-mee
    I rip it ?
    ?ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
    Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
    So picture the
    Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
    Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle
    I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
    You don't want no posse ???

    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 get game from
    It's the verbal verdict
    It's venom, i'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
    Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
    Hussein foul
    Put it in that apple
    Shit, you playin' now?
    >from memphis to your city
    My fo-fo pretty
    Lil' gold from sheezy
    Put the ? to your kitty
    Fuck wit hussein & thugs
    That's your brain on drugs
    I bring the pain wit slugs
    Don't get slain then plug
    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 in 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'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an l for you

    "shuttle control, shuttle control..."

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