Lirik Lagu Oc's Connects - The Union
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featuring O.C. & U-Nast
[O.C.] The fuck is up?[Nast] Yeah nigga[O.C.] Gotta let these niggaz know, knahmsayin?[Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah?[O.C.] Word up.. niggaz comin with that penny ante shit? Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones[Nast] Nickel and dime ass niggaz, word up
[O.C.]Yeah, yoI'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawkAnd the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you coughWhere the glocks go to war tryin to lay down lawsResortin to any means, leavin you never no moreAss-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin)Dice roll, ass bets, arguments (gas spittin)Opposite sex admire when you cruise right by herin the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex)Cats on the benches like army niggaz in the trenchesConcentration camp like barbed wire fencesHittin the jukes, crooks with hard looksIce cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shookFuck all the bullshit, niggaz gotta keep a full clipFrom Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick
[U-Nast]Y'all know my gat stay sickNasty cough with a spitWhatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and rippedThey'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitchedAfter that, get on the phone and drop a line to your bitchWord is he sick? Tell her what we did to your clickHand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clipYou get your ass smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no jokeAnd I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke
[O.C.]Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprenticeYoung guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig itBrook-? will forever drop bombsConnec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ionOrganized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tionPhenomen' O.C. is on, what?Fuckin with us is like truly poor judgementU-Nast spit it that he be about the thug shitPrice to pay send you on your merry wayBrooklyn run shit ni
[O.C.] The fuck is up?[Nast] Yeah nigga[O.C.] Gotta let these niggaz know, knahmsayin?[Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah?[O.C.] Word up.. niggaz comin with that penny ante shit? Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones[Nast] Nickel and dime ass niggaz, word up
[O.C.]Yeah, yoI'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawkAnd the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you coughWhere the glocks go to war tryin to lay down lawsResortin to any means, leavin you never no moreAss-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin)Dice roll, ass bets, arguments (gas spittin)Opposite sex admire when you cruise right by herin the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex)Cats on the benches like army niggaz in the trenchesConcentration camp like barbed wire fencesHittin the jukes, crooks with hard looksIce cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shookFuck all the bullshit, niggaz gotta keep a full clipFrom Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick
[U-Nast]Y'all know my gat stay sickNasty cough with a spitWhatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and rippedThey'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitchedAfter that, get on the phone and drop a line to your bitchWord is he sick? Tell her what we did to your clickHand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clipYou get your ass smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no jokeAnd I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke
[O.C.]Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprenticeYoung guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig itBrook-? will forever drop bombsConnec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ionOrganized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tionPhenomen' O.C. is on, what?Fuckin with us is like truly poor judgementU-Nast spit it that he be about the thug shitPrice to pay send you on your merry wayBrooklyn run shit ni
