Let It Slide - O.C.

>It’s like many knuckeheads who want to do the eye to eye contact

>Not knowing O.C.

is ready for combat

>I tried to ignore the son with the advacant attitude

>Stick in my face for gratitude, yeah

>Just the other night on the train

>Me my cousin Boo was on our way up to club Galaloo

>I kind of had a fight so we took our 25's and that

>We had juice with the bouncer on the inside

>Mad Jamaicans faking nigga fronting knowing they’re Americans

>We fronted us off from the embarrasing

>Some old poor face fellow try to star me in the eye and give a wammy

>He almost caught a grammy

>Just when I was about to reach for my glock

>And saw cousin Boo whispered to me yo!

>O O let it slide

>It ain’t worth smoking a minute worth of lead

>So to break the tension I

>Broke him in the head

>I let it slide, I let it slip on by

>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye

>New day same shit occured in this time

>I was asked what I was looking at not knowing he was grassed

>This spark the beef and

>I was gonna finish it off but turns out

>This nigga was soft he got

>Afraid from the way about the stance glancing to my left and right

>Put a basket a man insight

>He’ll see the whole thing if I decide to do a buckwild move

>So what I turn it in shall I choose, ha!

>Fire my steel and take the chance

>Of being bagged and ship up north for a long long?

>I ain’t for it so I flash the cloud

>He saw the nickle plate

>Almost having a day to die

>I wonder why

>Chumps want to pick on I

>They be like setting it off

>And I be letting it slide

>I don’t know what they be seeing

>But one time in a conflict

>I flip, turn into an unstable human being

>I let it slide, I let it slip on by

>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye

>When I’m flowing with my girl I feel it the most

>Beef coming so close like a champagne toast

>On the train, in the city, down the way

>Down her way, I take it upon myself and say niggas is gay

>What you trying to prove?

>Can’t move him out and with a stare

>But when a brother pull a trunk and sink it ain’t fair

>Two wrongs don’t make a right

>But the philosophy of a fight, fella

>Used to prolong you life, I

>Rolled like it was enemy

>Why would you pretend to be

>Some motherfucker men is to fight to kill Kenney, I

>Be rappin’son’s trying flamboyant and

>Put on a smurf 'cause you staring is annoying and

>No matter how much I try to avoid noise from feeling in with bad day

>Starring in my grill again

>Or try to hypnotize with the eye starring

>Retinified be tearsful, to your family lives a day

>No fronting because you couldn’t stop my glock so

>Time ran out 'cause you punch your own glock

>I let it slide, I let it slip on by

>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye