Busta Rhymes - Oh No lyrics

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
(Dready) i got 'em

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em? They must've forgotten
Fuck 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?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? 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 fuck up this bitch
With another concoction
Clear out the block with a
Blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Clown niggas from miles away
We still spot 'em
Man, fuck 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 from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get
The money when it blossom
How the fuck is they gon' stop him?
Clout thirsty niggas on the 'gram
We block 'em pull up and watch the way
The bitches flock 'em

(Flocka! Waka Flocka)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get to passin' me my vodka (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 fuck with my
Clique? I say, "Oh no, no"
(No) how could he be better? Nigga
Could be never, oh no, no
(No) fuck 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?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
(Watch how I) How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr spock 'em
Then cop me a planet, fuck 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?
How we fuck shit up, my nigga? 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?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Fuck 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'
Motherfucker got 'em flockin'
I talk to the streets
That be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

(Flocka! Waka Flocka)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get to passin' me my vodka (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 fuck with my
Clique? I say, "Oh no, no"
(No) how could he be better? Nigga
Could be never, oh no, no
(No) fuck 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)