She was the sole female member of the group, which she left after the release of the album When the Smoke Clears: Sixty-6, Sixty-1. Mitchell left the group due to a falling out with several of its members, and following a public conversion in 2001 to Christianity. In 2003, Mitchell said, regarding her religious faith, that she was "still making mistakes," though she was "learning from 'em now." She added that her "relationship with [her] higher power" was "a personal thing."
Name Change
"I wanted to change my name because of the stereotype that goes with 'Gangsta this' and 'Gangsta that.' "I wasn't living the gangster lifestyle, so I wanted to lose the name. Everybody was always telling me that it didn't fit me anyway. I was young. I grew up and matured, so I decided to go with 'Lady Boo,' since I say Lady Boo in my raps anyway." Since the release of her 2003 effort, she has maintained the emcee name "Gangsta Boo".
Oh No
Gangsta Boo Lyrics
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1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
When at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up some shit
[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 & get me ho?!
Bet y`all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin` dreams
Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?
I`m outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow
I don`t give a fuck `cause ya hatin`
What the fuck for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you break me
Hypnotize comin` for real
We paper chasin`
Repeat 1
[Fatal]
(Oh no) I`m sick & tired of playin` wit these fuckin` hoes
All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin` foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
A group of niggas sellin` ?dolo? `caine
Talkin` `bout how you back
I make the bullets that ? like...
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 gonna be cold in your partna`s house
Wit hoes in your doors bitch
Ain`t a killa, ain`t a nigga, by the scrilla
But a hustla, I`m by the struggle
Keepin` the trouble, kickin` doors
Guns to brang
Slangin` `caine
In the snow, or in the rain
I`m gon` maintain
In the street, or on the strip
I`m makin` grips
Shakin` dice
The cheese, I flip
I pimp a bitch
Runnin` combs, on cellular phones
I`m in your home
Put them toes, up in your face
So now it`s on
Repeat 1
Ha, I got ?? flicks
Yes, on the see-be set cassette
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches want to flex
Catch a neck ? bent
Like some missed up out your chest
>From the ? chest
Many bitches I been sexed
By the Lord & this ?
Rock a mic up off stage, if it`s cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way I test
Take three thousand X
I smoke the dope up in my Chevy
Hit the head rest
Kill `em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
Namin` startin` from the see-be -Q
Be from this infa-mee
I rip it ?
?Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
So picture the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
'cause hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain`t got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
You don`t want no posse ???
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 get game from
It`s the verbal verdict
It`s venom, I`m dissin` `em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin` to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shit, you playin` now?
From Memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil` Gold from sheezy
Put the ? to your kitty
Fuck wit Hussein & thugs
That`s your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit slugs
Don`t get slain then plug
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 in 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`mma be pourin` out liquor, smokin` an L for you
"Shuttle control, shuttle control..."
Gangsta Boo's song "Oh No" is a hardcore rap track that depicts the rapper's violent and aggressive lifestyle. The song starts with a refrain by Fatal that repeats several times, "when at the club, we get so bumped, we try to tear up some sh*t." This sets the tone for the song and portrays how Gangsta Boo and her crew behave when they go out clubbing. The refrain is then followed by Gangsta Boo's verse where she boasts about her prowess in making men go weak at the knees and how her team is one of the roughest, buckest, and quickest, making others wonder what just happened to them. She also proceeds to insult and threaten anyone who messes with her.
Fatal then takes over and raps about his views on betrayal and how he would respond to it. His verse talks about how he is tired of dealing with "f*cking hoes," especially those who flip on him, and that he won't back down from confrontation. He also boasts about his ability to create "bullets that...like," insinuating that he is a sharpshooter. The song ends with a sample of a NASA shuttle control recording, adding to the song's already intense and menacing vibe.
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Written by: KASIM SULTON, THOMMY PRICE
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@malikantwan3272
hitting u up with shots
give u reasons to run with
the dumbest
aint nothing theese cats can gain from it
It's the verbal verdict
venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein foul
Put it in that apple
Shit, you playin' now?
>from memphis to your city
My fo-fo pretty
Lil' gold from sheezy
Put the fiddy to your kitty
Fuck wit hussein & thugs
That's your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit'slugs
Don't get slain then plug
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'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' an l for you
@DaSnake559
Gangsta Boo & The Outlawz!!! RIP to All the Fallen Soldiers!!!!π₯π₯π₯ππΌ π’
@iceManSwag
My childhood..... You youngster's don't understand. This still sounds fresh. There 6 Mafia G.O.A.T.
@breakfreak9238
This shit will always be better than today's or tomorrow's bullshit
@MsSharondaj
R.i.p. Lady Booπππ One Memphis Finestπ―
@dareviewer4265
Wow, still can't believe Lord and Fatal are no longer with us, it's crazy how time flies..
@matthewchristensen4822
and Koopsta...
@Blackrage843
I'm mad that the Migos stole Lord Infamous style and flow and horribly butchered it
@lifestylechanges3739
Wait, Fatal?
@Blackrage843
@@lifestylechanges3739 yea car accident
@attritionwarrior
@@Blackrage843 I agree