O.g.c. (originoo Gunn Clappaz)

O.g.c. (originoo Gunn Clappaz) - Boot Camp MFC Eastern Conference songtekst

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(feat. Boot Camp Clik , MFC)



[Smokelite]

Ain't no time to waste, we in the race

All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place

M.F.C., way for life, I'm here to let you know

Time don't wait for nobody, we tryin to get dough

You didn't hear about Magnum Force crushin

The ones you couldn't trust son, we just start bustin

Eliminate the weed, stand firm wit my scrum

Cuz I want all my real peoples to live long



[Lidu Rock]

These bitches wanna be my telephone love, and I got to admit it

They heard it's Lidu Rock, now ya niggas on my did-ick

Ya need to quit it, I cock gats then watch 'em spit it

To split it, ya ass in half, so come get wit it

It's Representative who never lack, no doubt

Bring on your wife, your baby moms, I blow that back right out

I be the mack with fout, the one O, so you know

I tear the veins out ya ass, like I'm triple fronto



[Tek]

I run wit the wildest, plus stylish, cats of way back

Whip whop, Big Joe, my uptown connect

Wit niggas got they tongue numb from stashin the cracks

I was throwin Papi store down wit the tape duct gat

I move up from that, now I flip legal trap

Tied up in mutual bonds, stocks and rap

Still I get loot from my man, when I'm broke for smoke

And catch a dice game in the PJ's, keep the bankin blow



[Supreme]

Yo, startin tension, when I'm wit my shark fishin

Stompin competition, wit lines from my composition

Not to mention, I'm beyond comprehension

Boy, I retire MC's, then extort them for they pension

For instance, I turn a master to a presence

Through the fenceless, that go against this, is plain senseless

I'm out blastin, spit my word like a mack ten

You ain't laughin, splashin my jewels like a craftsmen

Perfect flex, on good neck niggas that claim

That ya done mastered the game, but ya worthless

That shit on purpose, snipe those who deserve it

Keepin niggas nervous, my M.F.C. at ya service



[Rock]

Yo, I got ya rap sissy fags under pressure

Shake it like earthquake, Richter scale couldn't measure

Who let the, monster out the cage, sharks swimmin thru ya sector

Behind you like back catchers, head snuff rock nester

Forever be the aggressor

Bring a marvel trouble, make us wet the set up

Calm ya heifer, get that bitch a check up from the neck up

I sell ya whole crew, black eyes like Uncle Fester

But it ain't zebra, that'll be ya knowin beaver

Cell phones, jewels, everything but ya sneakers

Keep those, caught po-po, I break ya jaw

Run M.F.C., muthafucka, we event no laws



[Steele]

News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast

I twist pack ya sensitive ass, cuz you won't last in the arena

Caught between reality and dreaming, scheming

Get deleted by my team when you least expect it

Flip the script then I wreck shit

Caught you by surprise, now recognize and respect this

Don't sweat this, cuz Tek just scoop me up in the Lexus

Upset cuz you slept when I was makin connections

Travelin 'cross the U.S., linkin up with some of the truest

Revolutionist, niggas stay ready to do this

So let's do this



[Ruck]

Sean Price in the house nigga, never forget that

If that nigga keep riffin, I'mma split his shit back

The way you get that, rap from, don't make me slap them

Niggas up in the face, til my people wit the gats come

From the producer, who like to looper

Type a hypa shit, that make the world act stupid

You try to play me son, you get a baby, when I got

Crazy guns, aimin them shits at your muthafuckin cranium

Flamin 'em, but in the long run, do nine blamin 'em

For the shit they do, cuz they claimin they into datin son

Maybe one of they niggas just might see the ruckus, but fuck it

All ya niggas corny as hell, so just suck dick



[Doc Holiday]

The few of the men, the greater the share of honor

Same shit up in cloud, when ya smokin marijuana

I never bow down, cuz chow down needs to hold down

I swatted them hoe, make the order of the tottin

My microphone is smokin like a glow skull

Tottin clums in this rap shit, get dethroned

Empty headed, before ya sweatbands is sweated

Test the top gun, without one, nigga, forget it



[Starang Wondah]

Ya niggas suck dick, my crew be on some I don't give a fuck shit

All boppin our shit to that new Rock and Ruck shit

Me and hold strong been down for to long

We done seen these bitches niggas outside, now come and gone

Now don't get me wrong, I like when I move

Run out to my shows in GS3OO's

Come out to my hotel and take off they clothes

Participatin in all the big holes

That's how it goes, we sip back guzzlin beers

They drink rhyme Tek and Steele, and they ain't been out for years



[Louieville Sluggah]

I get hyped son, and set it on the scene

Maybe it's he, Hennyville from N.Y.C.

Put it out, apostrophe A.G. enemy

Fo fuck wit M.F.C., you get buried

Crip like Carrey, I know ya niggas hear me

I put it on from dust to dawn, to stay worried

Row then he blow, row just like Moby

Dick in the dirt, to run the planet like Toby

Ya in it lonely, shootin shots like Shinobi

You wanna know me, but all I think about is money
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