Oh My God? - Natas

Yeah, T is up in this bitch

A.k.a.

Tony Montana

On the?

bitch, yeah, they can’t touch me, yeah

Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta

Dump that bitch in the river it don’t matter

Still make moves on the street it don’t stop

Still got the connect for the guns and crack rocks

Niggas hate my style cause my style’s irregular

Never talk about weed on your Bernie Mack cellular

Connect with E, I got some D on the scale

Niggas been gettin mail since Boomin Words From Hell

And I got that drug parephenalia

Deep down and we affiliated

We often imitated but we’re never duplicated

T.N.T you know me, I’m on the east side

And my gat’s on my side when it’s time to ride

Oh my god, he’s got a gun…

Oh my god he’s got a gun

(I'm bout to bust yo ass)

Oh my god, he’s got a gun…

(and I’m down to blast)

Oh my god, he’s got a gun

Oh my god he’s got a gun so don’t be surprised

When I bust this muthafucka right in front of your eyes

(But killas don’t talk, but killas don’t talk)

So nigga I stay silent

Cause every young nigga that I know out here is violent

And he’ll shoot your ass at the drop of a dime

It’s kill or be killed, that’s the state of mind

With no worries in they eyes but time for the crime

Cause half these muthafuckas on this planet is blind

Ya see Natas is Satan, I didn’t wanna yell it

But N-A-T-A-S is how us niggas spell it

Last time I said Fuck the whole world ya didn’t hear me

Now I’m whippin out the mac to make you punk niggas fear me

Oh my god, he’s got a gun…

Oh my god he’s got a gun

(I'm bout to blast yo ass)

Oh my god, he’s got a gun…

Oh my god, he’s got a gun