Oh My God

[Intro]

Uhh... Beatnuts! Masta Ace

Gettin cash to trash the place

Take a blast, c'mon, uh...

{"Oh my God"}

[Masta Ace]

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 (ouch)

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, yeah

[Hook: Rahzel]

"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!"

[Psycho Les]

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 {"Oh my God"} like you on mushroom

Head twitchin, like an epileptic

You'll get dropped (like what) 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 who) like Ben Hill (ha ha)

I don't, wanna have to run up in your label

And put a hole in ya head like a bagel (blaow!)

From here to Milwaukee

I do it for the kids like Bill Cosby (hey hey hey!)

[Hook]

[JuJu]

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

[Hook]

{"What's the matter trailer, can't you take a little heat?"}