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Oc – Win The G Lyrics

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Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is comin home with me
Comin home with me comin home with me comin home with me
Rrrrahhhh!

One Bumpy Knuckles

Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?
Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?
Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?
And Ill blow a niggas chest out, to keep me motivated
My periphreal, sees MCs, that aint nice with these
So all my new rivalriesll be, MC robberies
I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you
What I look like, whos that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with
F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
I dont give a fuck, if its friend or foe
This shit is my job to let you niggas know so dont take it personal
When I stick this verse in you, I dont know what you gon do
Even if you get your crew Ill walk through the stage
Like its Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets
Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this
Its mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow
Its mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough
Its mad niggas thatll challenge me and after the show
They Dont Wanna Be Players no mo, like Joe
Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta
Fusion Im smashin with the simple shit Im usin
Bashin and bruisin, whos in charge, BUMPY
Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY

Two O.C

I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame
Platinum and gold plate, dont hold no weight
I be that, prophetic soul drainer, aint a motherfucker
In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
From West coast to East Im full-fledged
Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge
O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
Like Damien, out for world domination
Dont get me wrong, I dont represent 666 figures
Im just out to make figures
Who holds the threshold, to be the best
I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables
Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
While you say butter, Imma say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD

Win the G. win the G.
WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!

Three Bumpy Knuckles

Whos that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I
G.I., niggas cant see I, see why?
You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas
Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas
If this bitch up in yo heart, Imma find it
If you think Im talkin to you, then just rewind it
I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on
Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon
Im a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight
Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic
So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer
And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payertoupee-er
And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er
And cause I hate your punk ass, that dont make you no playa
Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck
Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck
And while your flow needs, medical aid
I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid
Now wheres my G nigga?

Four O.C

What niggasll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?
Bitch MCs will find theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggas in ways never made
Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
Intense the moment like sex when Im bonin
Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
Niggasll end up with whiplash
But for the moment, Im zonin, any opponents
Imma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it

Come up off that cash nigga
Applause

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