O.C. - M.U.G.Lyrics

Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga Not physically, but I'm a massive figure Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic Repetition like a automatic, can't stop it High floatin', po satin' like coke snortin' When I see 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 through like draino Lava, from a volcano Scorchin', torchin' the microphone I lost it Poppin' Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies Burn a temperillo Aiyo Foxxx fuck these niggas Slice 'em up like an ox pop Yeah, okay, it's time to bring these rap cats from Fantasy Isle I bring it to these fake niggas with a quick and a smile You know my style, 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, shit be live as hell Bustin' so much shots When my shells hit the ground it sound like "Rock the Bells" Call me Bumpy Knuckles 'cause my hands be swell From knockin' niggas out from the lies they tell Oh well, I bet you feel me all up in ya chest I make the saucest nigga catch a body blame it on stress And if he snitch, I bail him out and murder his bitch And then sedate her with my four pound clap Shit's only rap but I'm livin' like that So when while niggas be talkin' dogs and walkin' like cats Niggas mouths were gettin' way too fat But O.C. and big Fred Oxxx, we bought to bring it back "Let's go back" "I'm tellin' it just like that" We be money under ground but you can't get none Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son We get love where niggas be scared to come And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none Any nigga play high post, I'm runnin' over O.C. weigh tons like a fuckin' Range rover (Tellin' niggas to they face that the fassad is over Now it's time for this real nigga shit, can you feel this?) No question, we manifestin', what we feel Bust up in your session, smack niggas up like adolescence (Like a D&D, I can't see a gang, no motherfuckin' body Seein' me that's just pure fantasy) True indeed son, we ain't the one While niggas goin' out like that, we bring it on like Scarface (That's means murder case, I bring highs to any base Disrespect the profession) Mean that real niggas 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 want hard times We be money under ground but you can't get none Cause if you step into my round, you be one dead son We get love where niggas be scared to come And we got a whole lot to give, but you don't want none What?