O.G. O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped
Why didn't my folks just die in this society? Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me? Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorty
Funky, alright One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure I don't trip, I don
Vocabulary that to others is a fantasy highly respected by the public at large The prince will rock is taking charge I'm like a tiger in a battle field I'm invincible
Verse One: Shaquille O'Neal You can't stop it, block it, when I drop it, anytime I go rhyme for rhyme on a topic, You ain't even fit to step in Shaq'
Biz: <fonkee! Ready? Fonkee! Fonkee! ahhh... One two, one two We came here to just motherfucking do You and a crew Got my man marley marl in the house
the turnstile's broken. Big daddy, if you're down with me, Get on the mic on the count of three; One, two, three... Now I'm a black brother that's out to succeed, So step
thought you'd find my weak spot But still you failed The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance My slang been around before baton and Benetton I've been on, fingerprint, two
E: Take] [one] [MC Ren: Yo] [Hit it] [MC Ren:] Ruthless, plenty of that and much more So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor that you step and
streetlights And you walk through your house without turning on lamps Sure of the angle from door to table, from table to staircase Sure of the number of steps, seven to the landing Two
perfected Master Hung Gar, five animal form Kung Fu Thunder the Barbarian sword being swung Wu-Tang, invincible blade, thrust to parry Up the temple steps
lights, camera, action I'm on One more time to kill 'em, my rap flow is fulfilling I scream with the Beastie Boys, "What time is it?" It's two o'clock
You may not know the harships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth Verse two
to Willy lynchin' It's stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen I step into presidential credentials, evident my potential Be infinate, deluxe benetic, sluts invincible
vice Who could it be comin through in all blue? Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two Never evade the principle, the top principal Up against the top invincible
' ain't gon be no sequel We live, tonight I serve two thousand MC's We live, 'cause can't none fuck with the DPG'z We live because tonight I serve two
King I'm givin niggaz the blues Chorus: Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin' So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4) Verse Two: I step
