Suspect Niggaz - O.G.C.

Yo I been Fresh like the Prince ever since grade 6

Can’t turn back, I ain’t been the same since (uh huh)

You know how bitch niggas in the industry

Pretend to be a friend of me

In the long run, becomin' enemies

R.I.P.

Wet Capone, who got jooked up (word up)

Looked up, my nigga had mound, this beat he hooked up

Got niggas out on the Av., they all shook up

Me and Henny think this O.G.C.

(uh huh) is booked up

Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down

Got my nigga Henny mad, yellin' in the background (fuck them niggas!)

They better ask someone

Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone

Yo ass get down, Starang say blast them son

Yell out, M.F.C., and here they come wit massive guns

Aiyo some chick asked her home girl «Who is he?»

She said «You don’t know Henny, V-I-Double L-E

That’s that nigga that’s full blown just like a celly

Build real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel»

G.C.

til the day I D, all night put it up, M.F.C.

for life

Niggas I looked up to, turned out to be suspect, alarmin'

Grab ya kids, niggas is Barney

Yo they ain’t wit gettin' money, they laugh at what ain’t funny

They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin' sunny

Yo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down

G.C.'s can’t be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown

Pops, I’mma see you when you finally hit home

Yo, who is Starang Wondah, no relation to Stevie

Hennyville, guns buck to M-O-B-B

Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy (yeah)

Don’t want beef here, no prob come see me

Straight flashback, clearin' ya field, lookin' for cash back

That’s fucked up, you was in debt, now you done lucked out

You bugged out, take off yo shit, and get the fuck out

My amaze, rollin' that green weed up in my leaf

I’m not havin' that, just replace it wit the black

Check Judo or Knitty, or June for the 50 cent

Now look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at

So where we at?

Bucktown muthafuckas

Who are we?

M.F.C., bitch niggas

We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down

(suspect, suspect)

Let’s take a walk through Park slow, not what you eat

But we practice the art of chokin' these streets of Brook-NAM

It’s similar to Vietnam, so be it to bomb

We never calm, especially when we get illegally searched

Stereotype, you know they from Brooklyn, so they bound to fight

That’s right, what, ya niggas ain’t shit

Cock back the double barrel and spit seed

Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of O.G.'s, who know me

As that little bad nigga from '93

Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointed at ya knot

Cock it quick, nigga watch this

Yo, I heard you sayin', purposely spillin' the beans

On the street, rock the paper, now you playin' the greens

Khak’s sacky, don’t wanna get the fuck out bad

Know the sim whylin' on the streets is only a fad

Twenty stitches, collect call stressin' mad bitches

Got you in the home of house of snitches

Dig that, they dug you, only hit for Moms on the humble

Four building, watch 'em crumble

I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash

Just preparin' me, shit ready to cock

Did he bobble in and watch you roll eyes

Number one fan, to po nine

Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds

I’m quick to blow strike wit the gold nine

Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine

Yo, I’m wit my man, Big Hav from the M-O-B-B

Hennyville, Buckshot my man D-O-G

Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy

Ya want beef, yeah, no prob come see me (see me)

(suspect, suspect, suspect)

(niggas, niggas, niggas)

O.G.C., Mobb Deep, Brownsville and QB

Pocket change, mack alone the whole M.F.C

Bob Marley spliff, crack open the Hennessy

Ya want beef, yeah, no prob come see we