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Smack, and when you hear that in ya Know that it's the quiet riot stormin' in the center No doubt, do it like this and like that Put the change in the streets from fists to gats Feelin', loosy, you see off the liquor Can't shut these lips up, never slip up But on point, just like a stick-up I shoot my gift to ya gut, like a jailed jukks And run my line up ya spine like a bomb book Shook crooked booked, ain't no time for jokin' Provoke this light gun, smoke some nice and hopin' Soaked in acid, eating can be that bastard Eleven thirty fire, sound burn, ashes to ashes Rips and tears when you hear that, then ya Know that it's the Big Kahuna, next on ya menu (Lord have mercy) do it like this and that Makin' changes on the streets from fists to gats Heh - erase, to the new unknown No one is home, so I relax my chrome Temporalily until I come face to face with these Fake ass slackers who try to bury we You better be, mentaly, physically fit Cuz O.G.C., comes equipped for yo lip No flappin' having heartaches when we comin' through Ya back door, and you still askin' for more Of Top Dog, but you don't really want no more They all fall, and they all spoiled Boo-yah! And when you hear that, then ya It's the beast from the east, don't enter (No doubt) Do it up like this and that Make the change in the streets, like from fists to gats Niggaz don't be knowing, what be going On, when I be flowin', wilder than Samoans Bitches get dissed, because they Miss like Jones When it's my turn to throw, you get hit with stones Now I guess ya, whole crew's under pressure Don't mess around with the sarge, man, I'm Large like Professor - Spots are blown, run for cover, it's just another Boot Camp bomb, sound the alarm, I'm with Sluggah [Chorus] Everything is real, aka the nature Everything is real, what we call it? Nature Everything is real, aka the nature Everything is real, O.G.C., call it nature When I ran around town, doing things I did Buckin' shots at them criminal kids Many tried to infiltrate through my mind state But my mate, the line break, kept my fuckin' mind straight Bitches get put up, and punk shot down Frowns on they faces, when they niggaz draw the tre'pounds Clowns, front, act like they don't know But OGC aggrees that that's a no-no Cryin', whynin', like that lion Far from bows, so hop ya ass on that fuckin' yellow road Sowed up, from the toes up, emcee's get no leeway (O.G.C.'ll split ya three ways) From the parts unknown, I have sparked and blowned Any punk who wanna test, or any mark with the chrome It is known, that my style increases Like the deficit, you best to get outta my face I'm on the next shit, yes it gets Hectic, like Chill Rob, Ill Squad Who pull the cards on retards, we scar Anybody, and make niggaz wanna party So don't act rowdy, cause in this room it's mad cloudy Now we, walk around with the glock in the pound, g And you knows that, there's no stoppin', Fab 5, Ruck & Rockin' Originoo Gunn's, make other crews run like stockings Hype when the mic's inside my control Tighten up my grip so I won't fold Wettin' niggaz, I play too much, I leave 'em damp I'm the champ (Starang) you know from the Boot Camp The illest, obselete fleet from PJ'S Gun Clappa #1, number one DJ From the beginning, niggaz knew they wasn't winnin' Ninety-now is the ending of them niggaz that's pretending [Chorus: x3] When you hear that in ya Know that it's the original hip-hoppers, don't enter No doubt, keep it like this and that Put the change in the streets from fist to gats
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