Noreaga - Oh No (Remix)

rate me


My first name call me Queens nigga remember the lies

I keep the game sown, hit criminal ties, generals die

Feel the takeover, seminoles rise

Like Puffy in Harlem, I rose to stardom

I sat down, put my lifestyle between the margins

I like guns squeeze pardon, I keep the heat in the starter

Yall wanna see, stash heat in the carpet

Muss is Thugged Out wit the gat sparkin (What what what what)

Big Pun:

I'm like science and math Flyin past you at light speed

My eyes on the glass, splittin that ass in to white meat

warp speed, niggas thinking im rhyming off beats

til i lay back on the track on all 4 feet

Think about it, yeah I smell ya gon think ya farted

Ya think ya fucking with the P, you must be retarted

Call ya boys,i leave em' toe tag ya cor-de-roys

taclking your moms at the funeral like the waterboy


Oh-No-Oh-Oh-No Uh-Oh (8x)


Jada spit crazy new flows

Catch me Iceberged out with the baby blue royce

K-I-double S I, see me in the double S tight

rippin the west side

I got it if you want it, get sniffed and blunted

And if I get a chick pregnant, it's a brick in her stomach

Cause all my niggaz hold dough

Imagine me doin' a song with yall cats oh no


Ay yo the reason why niggaz say we floss to much

???????????? say it cost to much

In the scene wit me, bet yall niggaz lost yall touch

And so to get it back, guess what, yall go against us

I'mma die for my team, drop shines for my team

Laid back, yall know the beat my glock steam

Cats hatin', steady tryin to ruin my world

So Maze poppin' shells like I was abusin' my girl



Niggaz wanna play tough, until them niggaz duct taped up

Y'all money is placed up, yall niggaz is fake fucks

Throwin dirt on my name, sayin' shit we took the change

And sold cane, wit fucked up chains, and it's like

Oh No niggaz don't really want the shit to blow put six in slow

The same shit we do to you, do to ya hoe

Thugged out shit Yall niggaz don't know


Yo I got guns, and they don't walk

Put ya brains in ya lap, and a slug to ya heart

Every club, I'm in the crowd, it ain't nothin' to me

Chicks wanna touch my dick, and my jewelry

And I'mma gangsta, I don't wanna shoot no clown

I'm on some petty shit, I'll tear ya poster down

And when I shoot, ya niggaz know I shoot for dead

And I don't care about ya vest, 'cause I hit yo' head



Throw em up yeah yeah Yall know what this is right

Yo yall know what this is man, Yo Yo yall know what this is man

JadaKiss, The Lox, Ruff Ryder, no doubt

Big Pun, Terror Squad, Angie Martinez, Mussilini and Maze

Capone Thugged Out

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