Win the G lyrics

by

Big L


[Intro]
Yooo!
Welcome, welcome
We're ready to toss it up, the first Hip-Hop Annual
New York City and The Bronx [?] on the G contest
There's four acts left
So what we gon' do is we gon' break these four acts into two groups
We gon' put these two sucka a- I mean, these two hip-hop n*ggas together
Scramz and Hammerhead Joes
Up against my n*gga Bumpy Knucks and O.C
(Yo, yo, it ain't fair, yo, these n*ggas is new n*ggas, man)
n*gga, f*ck fair, yo sh*t got to be sharp!
(Aww, come on, man)
It ain't about fair, yo sh*t got to be sharp!
Oh sh*t, look at shawty with the red
Ay, hol' on, don't smoke all this munk
Aight, listen, ay, ay, ay, listen
Oh sh*t, [?] before the police comes
And pull the motherf*cking plugs out the lamp, that's what we got to do
So let's get this sh*t, ay
Ay, ay, what we gon' do is
We gon' need the DJ to give us a few jigga-jiggas
So we can get this sh*t on the road, and get it started, y'knowhatI'msayin'?
I'ma step to the side and smo- I mean, uh, talk to this b*tch
ONE, TWO (Set that sh*t off, n*gga)
[Hook: Bumpy Knuckles & O.C.]
Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Coming home with me
Coming home with me
Coming home with me
Ahhhh!

[Verse 1: Bumpy Knuckles]
Who got the hardest emcee 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 n*gga’s chest out to keep me motivated
My peripheral sees emcees that ain’t nice with these
So all my new rivalries’ll be emcee robberies
I got these n*ggas 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 emcee that thinks that he can f*ck with
F-R-E-D-D-I-E? Excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
I don’t give a f*ck if it’s friend or foe
This sh*t is my job to let you n*ggas 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 Ho Stroll Avenue, tapping on them pockets
Putting tabs on your revenue... now dig this
It’s mad n*ggas that be thinking they’re nice with their flow
It’s mad n*ggas that be fronting like they’re holding some dough
It’s mad n*ggas that’ll challenge me, and, after the show
They don’t wanna be Players no mo’, like Joe
n*ggas try to come at me with contemporary gangsta
Fusion, I’m smashing with the simple sh*t I’m using
Bashing and bruising, who’s in charge? Bumpy!
Step up in my face, I leave your forehead lumpy!
[Hook: Bumpy Knuckles & O.C.]
Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
The Gusto is coming home with me
Coming home with me
Coming home with me
Coming home with me
Ahhhh!

[Verse 2: O.C. (Bumpy Knuckles)]
I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, f*ck your fame
Platinum and gold plate don’t hold no weight
I be that prophetic soul-drainer
Ain’t a motherf*cker in his right mind stepping in my cypher, tryna take mine
From West Coast to East, I’m full-fledged
Bust the science, n*ggas better know the ledge (Knowledge, boy)
O see all, I G. off, Enemy? I spot you
Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first, you’re tasteless
Face it, I engrave my name in the scalp
Like Damien, out for world domination
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t represent 6-6-6 figures
I’m just out to make figures
Who holds the threshold to be the best?
I crunch n*ggas with my gold teeth like vegetables
Carnivorous deliverance murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
Talking bank robberies when you rhyme? Hold up
You turn pus*y on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, I fizz it like soda
While you say “Butter”, I’ma say, “Mazola”
Money-folder, old a grudge, cold like a polar bear hug
n*ggas, what? Blowing up spots like a SCUD
[Bridge: O.C. & Bumpy Knuckles]
Win the G
Win the G
Win the G!
Hahhhh!

[Verse 3: Bumpy Knuckles]
Who’s that New York n*gga left that be nice like be I?
G.I. n*ggas can’t see I, see, why
You new popping n*ggas and you crew-hopping n*ggas
Step up in my face, and Bumpy be 2Pac-ing n*ggas
If it's b*tch up in your heart, I’ma find it
If you think I’m talking to you, then just rewind it
I got six shots behind this
Even with a vest on, you’re yelling, 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 sh*t on this mic
So if I diss a n*gga hustling, 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 player
Without this record business sh*t, you n*ggas is broke as f*ck
Smoking weed, smoking woolies while I smoke your luck
And while your flow needs medical aid
I just appear on n*ggas’ sh*t and I still get paid
Now where’s my G, n*gga?

[Verse 4: O.C. (Bumpy Knuckles)]
What n*ggas’ll think they’re made of steel and want to play brave? (UH!)
b*tch MCs will find theirself in a grave (HUH!)
I make slaves of n*ggas in ways never made (WHAT!)
Voice like an Ox or, better yet, sharp as a blade (Ha-HAAA!)
Intense the moment like sex when I’m boning (HUH)
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? (UH!)
I smite your ass quick, fast like Flash running past your ass
n*ggas’ll end up with whiplash
But for the moment, I’m zoning
Any opponents, I’ma cut it short right now because this rap sh*t?
We own it

[Outro: Bumpy Knuckles]
Come up off that cash, n*gga
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