When was the song “Oh No” released by Gangsta Boo?

The song Oh No was released in 1998, on the album “Enquiring Minds”.

Who composed the song “Oh No” by Gangsta Boo?

The song “Oh No” by Gangsta Boo was composed by Gangsta Boo, Hussein Fatal.

Oh No

Gangsta Boo, Hussein Fatal

[Chorus: Tear Da Club Up Thugs]
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
(Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
(Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
(Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club, when at the club
(Oh no) We get so buck we try to tear up some shit

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Oh no you can't, Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
Makin' you say "What the fuck was it?!
Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!"
Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come and get me ho?!
Back to y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice and dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machete
I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams
Make believe shit come true, nahmean nigga?
I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died nigga (La la la la)
I be demolishin' bitches, when I flow
I don't give a fuck cause ya hatin', what the fuck fo'?
You do not pay me, neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin' for real, we paper chasin'

[Verse 2: Tear Da Club Up Thugs]
I'm sick and tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes
All my life I've seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas somewhere gone on 'caine
Talkin' 'bout how you back
I make the bullets dance across your back like
Dum, dum, dum, tap
Don't believe me? Test me Jack
*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
You better be nimble, you better be quick
When this fuckin' forty click
It's finna be cold in your car cause
Extra holes in your do's bitch

[Verse 3: Tear Da Club Up Thugs]
Ain't a killa, in a nigga, bout his scrilla
But a hustla, about his struggle, keepin' the trouble
Kickin' doors, Gun to brain
Slangin' 'caine, in the snow, or in the rain, I'm gon' maintain
In the street, or on the strip, I'm makin' grip
Shakin' dice, the cheese, I flip, I pimp a bitch
Runnin' corners, on cellular phones, I'm in your home
Put them toes, up in your face, so now it's on

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Ha, I got next scarecrow death flex, yes
On the CD's and cassettes makin death threats, heh
If you bitches wanna flex, catch ya neck wrecked, bent
Like some mist up out your chest from the [?]
Many bitches have been sexed by the Lord misfit
Rock a mic up off the stage, if it's cordless, yes
Love the gangsta way I test, to two thousand X
I snort the damp up in my Chevy, hit the headrest (Kill em)
Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Name is lord infamous C-B-Q, Be from this infa-mee
Horifically, tha pretty styles & sympathies gone mentally
Make a believer [?] so put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the sucka who chuckles wit buckles when he catch the knuckles
'Cause hoes will duct tape you and cut you, you ain't got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like grr grr
You don't want no parts of this case I bring the ultra hurt

[Verse 5: Hussein Fatal]
They don't want it, Fatal put the pump to your stomach
Hittin' you up wit shots, give you reasons to run with
The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats can gain from this
The verbal verdict is venom, I'm dishin' it by the hundreds
Train gal, tryin' to seal you in the rec-tan-gel
Hussein foul, put it in that apple shit, you playin' now
From Memphis to yo' city, my fo-fo pretty
Loco fo' sheezy, put the fiddy to ya kidney
Fuck wit Hussein and thugs, that's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs, don't get slained and plugged
You'll get popped off, block wit hot shots, and dropped off
I spot y'all, when I popped mines off
It's them Outlaws and Three 6, y'all can't do shit with
That slick shit, sheisty, nasty new, brick, mix shit
I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my plans and I'ma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an L for you

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