Nate Dogg Oh No Ft. Mos Def And Pharoahe Lyrics
            Mos Def
            Yeah..
            One for the treble, two for the bass
            Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
            Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
        
            Nate Dogg
            Oh No
            n____s ain't scared to hustle
            It's been seven days, the same clothes
            Ask them originals cause they know
            Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
            Step away from the mic they too cold
            The funk might fracture your nose
        
            Mos Def
            Say my name, say my name
            Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down
            and played my game, my own two raise my flame
            Cause d___ ridin ain't my thang
            I earned what they said I wouldn't
            I got it the way they said I couldn't
            But now I'm gettin it and they whole grill is crooked
            Mad cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings
            When y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it
            What !? The kid's better buy my rookie card now
            Cause after this year the price ain't comin down
            And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now
            Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin out
            Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it
            The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
            It's a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it
            But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
            We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct
            Call it a day or make it a long evenin
            You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason
            to have the women in your mama's church screamin "Lord Jesus !"
            Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
            I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all
            Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all
            Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
            The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
            Every day that the saga evolve
            The do or die stay rumblin and b__blin hard
            And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
            East coast on your neck and you ain't shruggin it off
            Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off
            I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all n____z are the sons of New York
            Gettin spanked when there's too much trouble to talk
            Respect mine
        
            Nate Dogg
            Oh No
            Look at who they let in the back door
            From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
            We rock from the East to West coast
            Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
            Step away from the mic they too cold
            The funk might fracture your nose
        
            Pharoahe Monch
            Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
            Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
            And it amazes - me how you claim thug
            but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
            I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
            than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
            More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
            What you l___ to vent is irrele'
            Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
            Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya !
            Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
            I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
            Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
            Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
            Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
            The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
            MC's just - come on 'round
            You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
            Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
            It's evident we medicine for your whole town
            Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
            All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it ?
            Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
            Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
            Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
            We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes :
        
            Nate Dogg : repeat 2x
            Oh No
            n____s ain't scared to hustle
            It's been seven days, the same clothes
            Ask them originals cause they know
            Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
            Step away from the mic they too cold
            The funk might fracture your nose
        
            Nate Dogg
            Oh No
            Look at who they let in the back door
            From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
            We rock from the East to West coast
            Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know)
            Step away from the mic they too cold
            The funk might fracture your nose
        
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