50 Cent - No, No! Lyrics

It's 50 dent & S-N double O-P
You don't want no snoop & you
Don't want it wit me

Every time I come around they like "Oh No"
I get to tripping, slap the clip up in my 44
Shit I been through in my
Hood made my heart cold
I get to popping off that thing like I'm loco
No sense in copping pleas when
You see my knife out (knife out)
Motherfuckers light out (lights out)
Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit, Oh No)
Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No)

Ricky Ticky Timble, see's is the symbol
Corduroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up
Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up
1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember
He's electrifying & original
So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal
The one you hate to lovе, in the club
In the cut hugged up wit yo bitch
Nigga I don't givе a shit
You better check that ho
That's what wreckin G
Now step your game down
Cause ain't no checkin me
You'll be respecting me until
You leave this room
Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom
Now your names on a tomb
They pouring out liquor wit
No room to consume, you silly bafoon
I pop niggas like balloons
I ain't feeling 'em
Walking in my big blue chucks
Cause I'm killing 'em

Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?

Ever since the moment I was born I been dying
(Yea) hundred miles an hour pulse
Flying wit my eye, an
He who fears fate lives like a coward
You go against me, you'll be devoured
Then you get to popping you'll
Have a change of heart
I hit your chest a couple times
You'll have to change your heart
Have doc using donors
Dead niggas with spare parts
You come back wit lungs of a snitch
An the heart of a dead nark
Niggas never see the light till it spark
Then they bleed, it get cold
Then shit get dark
You can call me the beast from the east
I run these streets
You can eat hollow tip shells or
You can work for me
These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limit's
Push Me
A hundred revolvers'll get to spinning
Your services are no longer needed
Rock-a-bye baby
My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)

Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?

I'm bailing through the door again
Let the Momo pour again me & my ho again
Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker
And I'ma bust it if you try to rush
Us or touch us or sucker duck us
It'll crack off, Now back off, real slow
An if you don't know
I never hesitate to shoot a ho
Yea that's my reputation
You test my patience &
You & your fam, bam, gon hear the blam, blam
Goddammit I'm at it again
They done let that bitch nigga
Up outta the pen
And now he looking for me, what the heck
My game is built on respect
Now I'm breathing down
Your motherfucking neck
I dumps till my clips is empty
I'm heading down Willshire to San Vicente
And when I get there don't ask who sent me
Just take them shots an drop it like it's hot
Bitch Nigga

Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?

Ha ha ha yea Nigga
Just when you thought I was gone
Slide back up on you like the wind nigga
Hurricane D-O-Double G
With the G, G, G, G, G, G-unit