NY Bangers - Ooouuu (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Young M.A. & 50 Cent] Yo bro What's up? I think I had too much Hennessy, man I'm f**ing with that Effen This Hennessy getting to me I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little smizz Who that? They with us? I'm a little drizz Let 'em in, let 'em - 50 But we in the club, man, OOOUUU [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I let my young n***as drill like power tools Power on every week, I make power moves Talk what? I come through with all kinds of j**els Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews Got your b**h telling me to go slow She bouncing on the stick like a pogo She went below the belt, that's a low-blow Then tried to take a selfie, that's a no-no n***as be hating on the low though (I see 'em) See me in the Coupe or that four-door (yeah) You say you the plug, where the dough go? (dough go) We throw that at them hoes in the go-go 50 back on that bullsh** You cool with my opps, we ain't cool, b**h You got to watch how you do sh** That's just not how real n***as do sh** [Hook: Young M.A] Ooouuu, ooouuu These haters on my body, shake 'em off [Verse 2: Young M.A] Yea they hate but they broke though (they broke though) And when it's time to pop they a no-show Yea I'm pretty but I'm loco (yeah I'm loco) The loud got me moving slow-mo Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro? (where the hoes bro) Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho? (where the hoes tho) That other n***a, he a bozo (he a bozo) It's M.A, you don't know ho? (you don't know ho) We got liquor by the boatload (that Henny) Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no (that's a no-no) All my n***as dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe) I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (that's the bro code) Baby gave me head, that's a low blow (that's a low blow) Damn she make me weak when she deep throat (when she deep throat) I need a rich b**h not a cheap ho (not a cheap ho) They be on that hate sh**, I peep tho (yo I peep tho) My brother told me f** em', get that money sis (go f** em') You just keep on grindin' on ya hungry sh** (aha) Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny sh** (ignore the funny sh**) Cause if a n***a violate, we got a hunnit clips And we go zero to a hundred quick (ooouuu) We just them n***as you ain't f**ing with (oh no) Pockets on a chubby chick (ah) And still go bag a thottie in some bummy sh** (ooouuu) Yerr Eli, why they testing me? Like I don't always keep the hammer next to me? Like I ain't got a hitter to the left of me? Like we ain't in these streets more than Sesame? If that's your chick, then why she texting me? Why she keep calling my phone speaking s**ually? Every time I'm out, why she stressing me? You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie I don't open doors for a who*e I just want the neck, nothin' more Shawty make it clap, make it applaud When you tired of your man, give me a call Dyke b**hes talking out they jaw Next minute calling for the law This nine will have them calling for the lord They ain't getting shmoney so they bored I could never lose, what you thought? M.A got it on lock, man of course They say I got the juice, I got the sauce These haters on my body shake em' off p**y I'm a bully and a boss I'm k**ing them, sorry for your loss I just caught a body, Randy Moss (R.I.P.) Now this year I'm really going off [Outro: Young M.A.] Ooouuu Ooouuu These haters on my body, shake em' off Ooouuu Ooouuu Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em' off Ooouuu Ooouuu These haters on my body shake em' off I could never lose what you thought? What they thought? I could never lose what you thought? This henny got me, it got me sauced This henny got me oh, it got me sauced I could never lose what you thought? M.A got it on lock man of course Ooouuu Ooouuu