Featuring O.C. & U-Nast [O.C.] The fuck is up? [Nast] Yeah nigga [O.C.] Gotta let these niggaz know, knahmsayin? [Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah? [O.C.] Word up.. niggaz comin with that penny ante shit ? Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones [Nast] Nickel and dime ass niggaz, word up
[O.C.] Yeah, yo I'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawk And the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you cough Where the glocks go to war tryin to lay down laws Resortin to any means, leavin you never no more Ass-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin) Dice roll, ass bets, arguments (gas spittin) Opposite sex admire when you cruise right by her In the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex) Cats on the benches like army niggaz in the trenches Concentration camp like barbed wire fences Hittin the jukes, crooks with hard looks Ice cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shook Fuck all the bullshit, niggaz gotta keep a full clip From Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick
[U-Nast] Y'all know my gat stay sick Nasty cough with a spit Whatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and ripped They'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitched After that, get on the phone and drop a line to your bitch Word is he sick? Tell her what we did to your click Hand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clip You get your ass smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no joke And I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke
[O.C.] Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprentice Young guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig it Brook-? will forever drop bombs Connec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ion Organized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tion Phenomen' O.C. is on, what? Fuckin with us is like truly poor judgement U-Nast spit it that he be about the thug shit Price to pay send you on your merry way Brooklyn run shit nigga, have a nice day
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