Song Description

Oh No would be best described as an introductory Duboiz Anthem. This song gives you a good look at each members personality and lyrical style. Futhermore, the dark mid-tempo melody compliments the lyrical content perfectly to allow for a sense of foreboding??something big is coming, and that something big is the DuBoiz! On no?.That?s Them!

Lyrics

Hook
Oh No...That's Them (x3)
That's Them....Uh OH

Verse 1
Some niccas write to speak
I wirte so my kid could eat
I like the beef, nicca, I invite the beef
I like the streets, these niccas'll fight for beef
Put they face on the curb make em bite the streets
This game is real....These niccas claimin steels
I aim to kill...you better have your painless pills
And I ain't got time for these actin niccas
Rob em come back....first time's practice nicca
When the DuBoiz comin' ...(Uh OH) U hear that sound
Machine guns gunnin'....
U could hear the rounds of the AK, the Mac, and the big 40
Enough to put a whole through anybody's body
If Niccas is talkin' shit then I'm a get it started
Just shut your mouth, bitch, and don't file charges
4 5 'll hit ya chest and leave your body heartless
I don't use paper.....I use people for targets

HOOK (x2)
We DuBoiz, nicca, we do what we choose
Y'all yap about doin stuff we do
I ain't into muggin, talkin' loud, and such
I'm just the type a nicca that'll call your bluff
I'm Texas Tuff.....Yes, I'm a bonafide Texan
I'll turn your hood into a bonafide Western
I Have it lookin' similar to Bonanza
You better leave all the plexin in your stanzas
Cause you don't want this here to get real
I know nothin' else, my name is IzReal
Nick is artic but my hips Brazil
I'm IcyHot, boy, I advise you to chill
Nicca want beef they get served by the pound
One nicca down keep others from comin' 'round
I'm summer vacation you goin have a blast
Have you slouched like you been sleepin in class

HOOK (x2)
You know my glock spittin leave you in a bad position
You and your partners all cryin and missin
I'll get you bottom of the lake seamen shoes like Bay for the Fishes
You know Red stay chasin them digits
Move far from them bitches
Know they want try and block my change
You know me, Coach K of the benches with a glock in my hand
Dodge cops bust back at em man
Stat on the block like a bus stop (Damn)
Up the block, strong arm with a plan
Get outta line, one set of footprints plus your brian laid off in the sand (Yeah that's red sand, nicca)
Htown, nicca, starvin em man and if I fall short of my plan, I'm abducted your fam (Get in the trunk)
Niccas, think Texas cattle and land until they come to Htown get they noodle blown out where they stand
I'm on the block servin feinds in a trance
DuBoiz gut niccas stuff em in trash cans

HOOK (x2)