O.c. Win The G lyrics

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Win The G by O.c. Win The G lyrics 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) Rrrahh! 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 I'll blow a nigga's chest out to keep me motivated My peripheral, sees MC's that ain't nice with these So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like I knock your punk ass out, wake you up and I show you What I look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck with F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them pockets Puttin' tabs on your revenue, now, dig this It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they nice with they flow It's mad, niggaz that be frontin' like they holdin' some dough It's mad, niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show 'They Don't Wanna Be Players' no mo', like Joe Niggaz, try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm usin' Bashin' and bruisin', who's in charge? Bumpy Step up in my face I leave your forehead lumpy 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 I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame Platinum and gold plate don't hold no weight I be that prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker In his right mind steppin' in my cipher tryin' to take mine From West coast to East, I'm full-fledged Bust the science, niggaz 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 Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures I'm just out to make figures Who holds the threshold to be the best I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like vegetables Carnivorous 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, I'ma say Mazola Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear Thug niggaz what? Blowin' up spots like a S C U D Win the G, win the G Win the G, rah! Who's that New York nigga? Left that be nice like B.I. G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why? You new poppin' niggaz and you crew hoppin' niggaz Step up in my face and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it If you think I'm 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 I'm 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-payer And if your girl like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't make you no playa Without this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke your luck And while your flow needs, medical aid I just appear on niggaz shit and I still get paid Now, where's my G nigga? What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna play brave? Bitch, MC's will find theyself in the grave I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade Intense the moment like sex when I'm 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 Niggaz'll end up with whiplash But for the moment, I'm zonin' any opponents I'ma cut it short right now because this rap shit we own it Come up off that cash nigga

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