M.u.g. Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap 

Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map 

Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga 

Not physically, but I'm a massive figure 

Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic 

Repetition like a automatic, can't stop it 

High floatin', po satin' like coke snortin' 

When I see a fetus, moms thought about abortin' 

Important, am I? Gotta ask myself 

But then I think twice like a Gemini 

Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state 

Eat foods and fit it 

Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you through like draino 

Lava, from a volcano 

Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I lost it 

Poppin' 

Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies 

Burn a temperillo 

Aiyo Foxxx fuck these niggas 

Slice 'em up like an ox pop 

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle 

I bring it to these fake niggas with a quick and a smile 

You know my style, America's most feared entertainer 

Yeah, from New York to Cali, I'm called an acid Rainer 

While you frontin' like ballin', son I stays in the mix 

Same bullets in your burner since '76 

Act like you can't tell, shit be live as hell 

Bustin' so much shots 

When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells" 

Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell 

From knockin' niggas out from the lies they tell 

Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest 

I make the saucest nigga catch a body blame it on stress 

And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch 

And then sedate her with my four pound clap 

Shit's only rap but I'm livin' like that 

So when while niggas be talkin' dogs and walkin' like cats 

Niggas mouths were gettin' way too fat 

But O.C. and big Fred Oxxx, we bought to bring it back 

"Let's go back" 

"I'm tellin' it just like that" 

We be money under ground but you can't get none 

Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son 

We get love where niggas be scared to come 

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none 

Any nigga play high post, I'm runnin' over 

O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' Range rover 

(Tellin' niggas to they face that the fassad is over 

Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?) 

No question, we manifestin', what we feel 

Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolescence 

(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin' body 

Seein' me that's just pure fantasy) 

True indeed son, we ain't the one 

While niggas goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface 

(That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base 

Disrespect the profession) 

Mean that real niggas on the mic, bringin' it back 

It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addicted 

All up in ya mind, you don't want hard times 

We be money under ground but you can't get none 

Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son 

We get love where niggas be scared to come 

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none 

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