Win The G lyrics

Artist  : O.c. 
Song : Win The G



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featuring Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie
Foxxx)

*chorus*
[BK] Yo O.C. are you
ready to win the G?
[OC] The Gusto is comin
home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to
win the G?
[BK] The Gusto is comin home with
me
Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?
[OC]
The Gusto is comin home with me
Yo Bumpy Knucks
are you ready to win the G?
[BK] The Gusto is
comin home with me
[both] Comin home with me
(comin home with me) comin home with
me
Rrrrahhhh!

Verse One: Bumpy
Knuckles

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-R-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 Wanna 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*

Verse Two:
O.C.

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
Carniverous
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!

Verse Three: Bumpy
Knuckles

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?

Verse Four: O.C.

What
niggaz'll think they made of steel and wanna 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

[BK] Come up off that cash
nigga
*applause*