Oh No He Didn't

Mr. Pérez

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

And nothin' but the truth, so help you God?

Fuck you, honor

Pit is back for another one

This time he's back harder, stronger

And, and, and a little more troublesome

Double the guns (guns)

Double the funds (funds)

Double the bitches (bitches)

Double the fun (fun)

We can take it to the north, then bring it to the south

The dirty, dirty

Where they got them choppers, choppers

And them 30, 30s

You can be a hell of an elephant, nigga

You ain't gotta be intelligent to see that's irrelevant, nigga

Size and shit when they firing clips

You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch

I see you study 2Pac like a history lesson

His murder was a mystery that made history bridgin', but

No matter how much juice he had, when it came to the law

He got no poetic justice, that's the truth, dawg

The what?, that's the truth dawg

Truth hurts, but, but, but that's the truth dawg

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, I didn't

Oh, oh, yes, I did

C-U-B-O gonna rip it up

Y'all don't want that extra clip

I'm from Miami, man

Pretty some y'all understand

Understand I'm the man, move them thangs hand to hand

I open shop, shop, take over yo' block, block

Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop, stop

I'm a stunna, baby

Hustla, baby

Get it, baby

Take it, baby

Drive 'em crazy

Now really, have you seen me lately?

There he comes, there he goes

Where he flows, people know

He gon' blow

He been talking get, get, get, get that dough

Y'all hear that blocka, blocka

So call the doctor, doctor

I deal what I deal

When the bottom talk, the choppers chopper

So get ready for Cubo, 'cause they say he gon' blow

Get, get ready for what?

Get ready for Cubo

So get ready for Cubo, 'cause they say he gon' blow

Get, get ready for what?

Get ready for Cubo

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did (oh)

Verse two

Don't make me flip out, turn around and hurt you

I ain't the violent type, I'm a nice guy

Light skin, light eyes

Who dreamed of a totally, totally different type of American sliced pie

Two point one seven eight, exact weight

If it's that raw like the south, here to turn base

If ya smart when you see that murder, turn yo' face

Fuck DNA bitch, nigga we'll burn the place

If ya don't see me at the crib

That means I'm on the road, puttin' food on the table for my kids

All my hungry hustlas made it stick to your ribs

Ain't too many hustlas that can do what I did

I stay on my grizzle fo' shizzle, fo' shizzle

Thanks to my nizzle, little jizzle, I'm off them hizzle fo' shizzle, yeah

The what?, that's the truth, dawg

Truth hurts, but, but, but that's the truth, dawg

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't (oh)

Oh, oh, yes, he did (oh)

Oh, oh, no, he didn't

Yes, he did, yes, he did