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Win The G Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

[Chorus] 

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! 

 

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 periphreal, 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-are-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 want to 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 

 

[Chorus] 

 

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 SCUD 

 

Win the G, win the G 

Win the G, RRRRAHHHH! 

 

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/toupee-er 

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 want to 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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