Rahzel, Masta Ace, The Beatnuts - Oh My God lyrics

Uhh beatnuts! Masta Ace
Gettin cash to trash the place
Take a blast, c'mon, uh

Y'all rap dudes are funny
I don't feud with dummies
I don't need no problems
I need food and money
I recall when we used to fool with honeys
That was cute as bunnies
With the smoothest tummies
Now we like Brink's tryin to move this money
Run with cast to Ak man, rude and crummy
It's the chairman of the board
And I'm carryin a sword
I look heavy in a Chevy and
I'm scary in a Ford
F-150, you should just run swiftly
Unless you nice
You like it you can just come get me
Y'all dudes sweet like cakes and pies
I go together with rap like shakes and fries
And I hate them guys with hate in their eyes
Hopin we fall, can't wait to rise
Yeah, I'm all natural like a case of Snapple
And don't talk shit cause
The Ace'll slap you
And don't try to run cause
I'll chase and catch you
Put a sharp blade to your
Face and scratch you
What'chu wan' fuck with a ninja for?
I'm like a cornered rat with a injured paw
And I'll bend your jaw and end your tour
Even if I lose the battle I'mma win the war

"Oh, my, God!"
When Beatnuts and Masta Ace both
Up in the place
It's like - "Oh, my, God!"
When you can't find your girl
Your girl probably up in our face

She like - "Oh, my, God!"
It's mad ways to do it my man
And we doin it hard
We like - "Oh oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh my, my
My God!"

I don't mix weed with yay'
Let's take it to the streets
Nigga lead the way
I'mma watch you bleed your
Way into emergency
You're gonna need surgery
A facelift, face it, Psych' is whylin
Like them niggas on Rikers Island
Stab you with a spoon in the lunchroom
Have you hallucinatin like you on mushroom
Head twitchin, like an epileptic
You'll get dropped like elephant shit
I'm from the home of the Yankees
You not feelin that then yank these
I'm sittin on twankies
You goin nowhere fast like a treadmill
Don't make me have to roll up to
Your crib and meet your parents
Like Ben Still' - you'll get killed
For tryin to be a funny ass like Ben Hill
I don't, wanna have to run up in your label
And put a hole in ya head like a bagel
From here to Milwaukee
I do it for the kids like Bill Cosby

It's Big Ju the family favorite
You should just place the name on
Your forehead and staple it
I'm here y'all, I finally made it
Then I can be really cool to
Talk to when I'm medicated
One of the game's most underrated
I'm makin a hit
Then everybody wanna recreate it
Every due that come through I paid it
So now if you bite this
I'm leavin you decapitated
Came to show you niggas I got soul
Me and the music man together
Bust out of control
It's a feelin that's hard to hold
Look, even if you pregnant it makes
You wanna work that pole
Now tell me y'all, what's really good?
Cause everything I'm hearin on the
Radio is hillbilly hood
It's evident that I clearly should
Put a fuckin foot up your ass
To make the shit understood

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