[ VERSE 1: O.C. ] Aiyo, who's that nigga Drop-top dippin through your block Like I don't give a fuck, keep talkin You remain walkin My man Ra stay switchin V's like sneakers I'm comin through your speakers Throw up your dick-beaters My hands be swift like cheetahs Catch these bombs like wide receivers Run with cats in Brooknam, cats in the Bx My niggas in the Q-Boro, they live for the BS Who got game? Tee up, I'm hot like fever Strictly for the ladies like Finesse said We a, tight-knit unit assuming our position In the game we outcast, we sorta like mutants I live through the music, dependin how I use it Oh, I carry a big stick like Yusef My crew talk incentives, when I spit a sentence Like a punch in the mouth, sendin these rappers to the dentist
[ VERSE 1: O.C. ] See, even when I take a lay-off I still be paid off Still manage to stay fly with my foot in the door Seein the wolves in the cut just hopin I bleed Prayin I run and leave a trail and find blood-soaked leaves But little do they know I'm layin traps for they asses Hang em high, kiss your family goodbye Ain't no stoppin my facade, y'all have every right to be alarmed Planets lined up for me now, no time to be calm I'm like the comin of the Anti-Christ, far from new, nothin nice Commit the crime, fuck the law, murder one, take your life Buck-fifty-scar the face, I'm cyanide, bars laced Kill shit, slip out the place without a trace It's the return of the emperor, rap prime minister Simon Bar Sinister, no one similar Triple six, mark of the beast, holdin the keys To the depths of hell, try to exorcise me like a priest Cause torture, read your Qu'ran, your Bible, your Torah I'm Soddom and Gomorrah, your worst fuckin horror Just imagine how it feels bein dropped in hot lava You in Hades now, I own your soul, there's no bargains
[ VERSE 1: O.C. ] Aiyo, who's that nigga Drop-top dippin through your block Like I don't give a fuck, keep talkin You remain walkin My man Ra stay switchin V's like sneakers I'm comin through your speakers Throw up your dick-beaters My hands be swift like cheetahs Catch these bombs like wide receivers Run with cats in Brooknam, cats in the Bx My niggas in the Q-Boro, they live for the BS Who got game? Tee up, I'm hot like fever Strictly for the ladies like Finesse said We a, tight-knit unit assuming our position In the game we outcast, we sorta like mutants I live through the music, dependin how I use it Oh, I carry a big stick like Yusef My crew talk incentives, when I spit a sentence Like a punch in the mouth, sendin these rappers to the dentist
[ VERSE 1: O.C. ] See, even when I take a lay-off I still be paid off Still manage to stay fly with my foot in the door Seein the wolves in the cut just hopin I bleed Prayin I run and leave a trail and find blood-soaked leaves But little do they know I'm layin traps for they asses Hang em high, kiss your family goodbye Ain't no stoppin my facade, y'all have every right to be alarmed Planets lined up for me now, no time to be calm I'm like the comin of the Anti-Christ, far from new, nothin nice Commit the crime, fuck the law, murder one, take your life Buck-fifty-scar the face, I'm cyanide, bars laced Kill shit, slip out the place without a trace It's the return of the emperor, rap prime minister Simon Bar Sinister, no one similar Triple six, mark of the beast, holdin the keys To the depths of hell, try to exorcise me like a priest Cause torture, read your Qu'ran, your Bible, your Torah I'm Soddom and Gomorrah, your worst fuckin horror Just imagine how it feels bein dropped in hot lava You in Hades now, I own your soul, there's no bargains
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