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[OC] Im from a place where them niggaz dont talk no shit where them wigs get split where the guns forever click where the trap stars come to warm up for a race lil whites ride by and niggas yell "FUCK THE JAKES" so much respect i could lay dough on the floor walk away and come back without cats runnin off im a model ho's wet dream, in her sleep perform an x rated sex scene- its me goin deep OC the star child, let ya cameras record im like a man being honored at the Grammy awards i pitch lines like fast balls plus i rap my ass off knuckle games crumble in your glass jaw supreme figure drink liquor what team thicker? the big picture be the motherfuckin theme nigga Flamboyant forever- this is how it goes pray we dont clap your way when the gats explode [Chorus x2] [Remy Martin] Where Brooklyn at? [OC] B.K. dont play [Remy Martin] Harlem World! [OC] Where niggas get the money all day [Remy Martin] Boogie down Bronx- Specialise in gun play. Triboro- so thorough- Always [Big L] Where im from dudes get sliced cuz crews is trife and you might lose your life for ya jewels and ice imma slide to the telly and abuse your wife if i got one rubber, imma use it twice i give young fools advice about the rules of heists when i rock gators, hoes be like them shoes is nice dimes- im willin to hit i stay drillin a chick they know i aint shit but they still on my dick and i never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome cuz all my jewels be rocky like Sylvester Stallone i blast a tec at ya dome and leave you resting alone go home and puff a fat bag of sess till im gone you got this nigga frontin like he the main event his album aint even last long- it came and went im like Gotti to him i throw the shotty to him niggas dont want it wit L they like "Anybody but him" [Chorus x2] [Fat Joe] Hoodie down with the mac Boogie down where its at fuck around, hear the sound of the gat wanna clown? we react fuck that do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack (Im) coke on the streets (Im) open for beats (Im) hoping you reach so we could go with the heat (Im) like a nigga that you just cant kill nigga spittin that hot shit, but just aint real Uh, its like you motherfuckers frontin for me nothin to see when im the one you wantin to be loving the stee' come through plush in the v got niggas mad cuz they payin and we fuckin for free made Trizz a household live what i told i only spit that true shit that i know (yea yeah) besides you dont want it with us a hundred or plus killers that be loving to bust what the fuck [Chorus x2] [Remy Martin] Yo remy's so crazy rhymes be blazin styles just switch like hips on gay men trips to the cayman's rich and famous rhymes so hot my spit be flamin benz be rimmed up you be pinned up bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up my shit drastic all type of tactics rip shit flip shit spit shit backwards screw you dont let the pretty face fool you i kick shit like kung fu and i jam like guns do you got one i want two like water- i run through psycho make you want to change your whole hype flow flossin giving bitches lyrical abortions they caution my first shit was just a little portion i come back with more shit play back some raw shit you cant rock so imma take your spot- make you forfeit [Chorus x2] |