O.C. - M.U.G. Lyrics

Writer(s) : Martin, Christopher E / Foxx, Freddy / Credle, Omar Gerryl
Artist: O.C. Lyrics
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Album: Track 10 on Jewelz
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Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise *****
Not physically, but I'm a massive figure

Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repetition like a automatic, can't stop it
High floatin', po satin' like coke snortin'
When I see a fetus, moms thought about abortin'

Important, am I? Gotta ask myself
But then I think twice like a Gemini
Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
Eat foods and fit it

Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you through like draino
Lava, from a volcano
Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I lost it
Poppin'

Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies
Burn a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx **** these *****s
Slice 'em up like an ox pop

Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle
I bring it to these fake *****s with a quick and a smile
You know my style, America's most feared entertainer
Yeah, from New York to Cali, I'm called an acid Rainer

While you frontin' like ballin', son I stays in the mix
Same bullets in your burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, **** be live as hell
Bustin' so much shots
When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"

Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell
From knockin' *****s out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
I make the saucest ***** catch a body blame it on stress

And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his *****
And then sedate her with my four pound clap
****'s only rap but I'm livin' like that
So when while *****s be talkin' dogs and walkin' like cats

*****s mouths were gettin' way too fat
But O.C. and big Fred Oxxx, we bought to bring it back
"Let's go back"
"I'm tellin' it just like that"

We be money under ground but you can't get none
Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where *****s be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

Any ***** play high post, I'm runnin' over
O.C. weigh tons like a ****in' Range rover
(Tellin' *****s to they face that the fassad is over
Now it's time for this real ***** ****, can you feel this?)

No question, we manifestin', what we feel
Bust up in your session, smack *****s up like adolescence
(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no **********in' body
Seein' me that's just pure fantasy)

True indeed son, we ain't the one
While *****s goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base
Disrespect the profession)

Mean that real *****s on the mic, bringin' it back
It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addicted
All up in ya mind, you don't want hard times

We be money under ground but you can't get none
Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where *****s be scared to come
And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

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