(feat. Freddie Fo$%&^)

[O.C.]

Penecilin on wax, the cure for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise ^!$$%

Not physically, but I'mma massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repition like a automatic, can't stop it

High floatin, po satin like !@%!e snortin
When Ise a fetus, moms thought about abortin
Important, am I? gotta ask myself

But then I think twice like a gemini
Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
Eat foods and fit it

Bizarre pa, ain't it, flow you thru like draino
Lava, from a volcano
Scorchin, torchin the microphone I lost it

Poppin %#@!, who got my back
Freddie Fo$%&^ with the twin millies
Burn a temperillo

Aiyo Fo$%&^ $#&@ these ^!$$%s
Slice em up like an ox pop


[Freddie Fo$%&^]
Yeah
Ok, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle

I bring it to these fake ^!$$%s with a quick and a smile
You know my sty-ile, America's most feared entertainer
Yeah from New York to Cali, I'm called an acid rainer

While you frontin like ballin, son I stays in the mix
Same bullets in your burner since '76
Act like you can't tell, %#@! be live as hell

Bustin so much shots,
When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells"
Call me Bumpy Knuckles cuz my hands be swell

From knockin ^!$$%s out from the lies they tell
Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest
I make the saucest ^!$$% catch a body blame it on stress

And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his (*##$
And then sedate her with my four pound clap
%#@!'s only rap

But I'm livin like that
So when while ^!$$%s be talkin dogs, and walkin like cats
^!$$%s mouths were gettin way too fat

But O.C. & big Fred-O$%&^, we bought to bring it back

"Let's go back"

"I'm tellin it just like that"

[Chorus: O.C. & Freddie Fo$%&^]

We be money under ground but you can't get none
Cuz if you step into my round, you be one dead son
We get love where ^!$$%s be scared to come

And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none

[O.C. (Freddie Fo$%&^) {both}]

Any ^!$$% play high post, I'm runnin over
O.C. weigh tons like a $#&@in Range Rover
(Tellin ^!$$%s to they face that the fassad is over

Now it's time for this real ^!$$% %#@!, can you feel this?)
No question, we manifestin, what we feel
Bust up in your session, smack ^!$$%s up like adolesce

(Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no mother$#&@in body, seein me
That's just pure fantasy)
True indeed son, we ain't the one

While ^!$$%s goin out like that, we bring it on like Scarface
(That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base
Disrespect the prosession)

{So all of these beats and these rhymes attached}
(Mean that real ^!$$%s on the mic, bringin it back
It's mad potent, like good crack, it's type addicted

All up in ya mind, you don't wan't hard times)

[Chorus]


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