Win the G

Bumpy Knuckles, O.C., Johnny O.C.

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Omar Credle (born in May 13, 1971 in Brooklyn, New York), known by his stage name, O.C., is an American rapper and former D.I.T.C. member who has been involved with several renowned underground hip-hop groups and also released many solo albums. more »


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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 

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 f*ck with 
F-are-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks 
I don't give a f*ck, 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 


I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, f*ck 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 f*ck 
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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