(feat. 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]