Win the G
Bumpy Knuckles, O.C., Johnny O.C.
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[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 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 [Chorus] 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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Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, FREDDY FOXX, OMAR GERRYL CREDLE
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