Win The G Songtext / Lyric

Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me

Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me



Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me

Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me



Comin' home with me, comin' home with me

(Comin' home with me)

Rrrahh!



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 peripheral, 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



Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me

Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me



Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me

Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?

The Gusto is comin' home with me



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

Carnivorous 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 S C U D



Win the G, win the G

Win the G, rah!



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



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?



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



Come up off that cash nigga