Lyrics:
O C Smith

With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit Breakin' M C's down to fractions, tell your squadron It's time to go to war, respond react The concerto, of the desperado R-double-O

there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith

Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp O.C. Smith Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp

grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick C Catch ya slippin

I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates, done as well as you pronunciate In the [unverified], we're gonna break you off the isle (West) Take C.O

Like Susan Smith cause youz the bitch making me believe You other than a BITCHCOCK it's drama time and I'm playin The role of a black ALFRED HITCHCOCK B double O-T C

C'mon, you gotta ride it baby You gotta shake it all night baby Shake it, shake it Just lean left, lean right, lean front, lean back C'mon shake it, just shake it, c

a chrome glock and a ? ? ? Livin' like a killer More mail than the rest of the pushers Cause he got a chrome glock and a ? ? ? Livin' like a killer [c

The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style, boy You know what I'm saying? R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A C R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo,