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Jewelz","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"**\nYo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nComin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\nRrrrahhhh!\n\nOne: Bumpy Knuckles\n\nWho got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\nWho got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\nWho got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\nAnd I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\nMy periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\nSo all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\nI got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\nI knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\nWhat I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\nF-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\nI don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\nThis shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\nWhen I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\nEven if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\nLike it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\nPuttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\nIt's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\nIt's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\nIt's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\nThey Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\nNiggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\nFusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\nBashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\nStep up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n**\n\nTwo: O.C\n\nI bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\nPlatinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\nI be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\nIn his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\nFrom West coast to East I'm full-fledged\nBust the science, niggas better know the ledge\nO see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\nTwo rhymes to my one verse, you go first\nYou tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\nLike Damien, out for world domination\nDon't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\nI'm just out to make figures\nWho holds the threshold, to be the best\nI crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\nCarniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\nLike a virgin, I snatch your innocence\nTalkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\nYou turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\nCoca-Cola, a fission like soda\nWhile you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\nMoney folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\nThug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\nWin the G. win the G.\nWIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n\nThree: Bumpy Knuckles\n\nWho's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\nG.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\nYou new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\nStep up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\nIf this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\nIf you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\nI got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\nYa yellin, because I aim for the melon\nI'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\nKinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\nSo if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\nAnd if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\nAnd if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\nAnd cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\nWithout this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\nSmokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\nAnd while your flow needs, medical aid\nI just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\nNow where's my G nigga?\n\nFour: O.C\n\nWhat niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\nBitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\nI make slaves of niggas in ways never made\nVoice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\nIntense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\nIller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\nI set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\nWho dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\nI smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\nNiggas'll end up with whiplash\nBut for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\nI'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\nCome up off that cash nigga\n*Applause*","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] **\n[01:02.72] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:05.58] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:08.28] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:11.06] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:13.73] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:16.53] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:19.24] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:22.07] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:24.75] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n[01:30.19] Rrrrahhhh!\n[01:31.08] One: Bumpy Knuckles\n[01:32.93] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n[01:33.86] Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n[01:35.60] Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n[01:38.37] And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n[01:41.18] My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n[01:44.81] So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n[01:47.57] I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n[01:50.20] I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n[01:53.05] What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n[01:55.74] F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n[01:58.45] I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n[02:00.27] This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n[02:03.97] When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n[02:06.64] Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n[02:09.37] Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n[02:12.17] Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n[02:14.88] It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n[02:17.53] It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n[02:20.23] It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n[02:22.98] They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n[02:25.76] Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n[02:29.32] Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n[02:32.07] Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n[02:34.82] Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n[02:37.56] **\n[03:00.30] Two: O.C\n[03:04.87] I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n[03:07.53] Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n[03:10.26] I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n[03:13.06] In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n[03:16.61] From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n[03:18.49] Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n[03:21.23] O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n[03:24.82] Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n[03:26.67] You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n[03:30.32] Like Damien, out for world domination\n[03:33.03] Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n[03:36.64] I'm just out to make figures\n[03:38.43] Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n[03:40.29] I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n[03:43.99] Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n[03:46.69] Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n[03:49.36] Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n[03:52.16] You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n[03:54.83] Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n[03:57.54] While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n[04:00.24] Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n[04:03.02] Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n[04:05.77] Win the G. win the G.\n[04:08.48] WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n[04:11.10] Three: Bumpy Knuckles\n[04:12.04] Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n[04:14.80] G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n[04:17.57] You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n[04:20.27] Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n[04:23.07] If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n[04:24.87] If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n[04:27.53] I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n[04:31.21] Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n[04:33.93] I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n[04:36.60] Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\n[04:39.33] So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\n[04:42.13] And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\n[04:45.75] And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\n[04:47.54] And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\n[04:50.31] Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\n[04:53.07] Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\n[04:55.78] And while your flow needs, medical aid\n[04:57.56] I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\n[05:00.40] Now where's my G nigga?\n[05:02.18] Four: O.C\n[05:03.06] What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n[05:04.98] Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n[05:06.74] I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n[05:09.42] Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n[05:12.22] Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n[05:14.98] Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n[05:17.67] I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n[05:21.44] Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n[05:24.17] I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n[05:27.85] Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n[05:29.64] But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\n[05:32.30] I'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n[05:35.06] Come up off that cash nigga\n[05:35.91] *Applause*\n[05:42.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Win the G\n  artist: O.C.\n  album: O.C. 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302180\n  end_ms: 303060\n- text: What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n  start_ms: 303060\n  end_ms: 304980\n- text: Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n  start_ms: 304980\n  end_ms: 306740\n- text: I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n  start_ms: 306740\n  end_ms: 309420\n- text: Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n  start_ms: 309420\n  end_ms: 312220\n- text: Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n  start_ms: 312220\n  end_ms: 314980\n- text: Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n  start_ms: 314980\n  end_ms: 317670\n- text: I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n  start_ms: 317670\n  end_ms: 321440\n- text: Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n  start_ms: 321440\n  end_ms: 324170\n- text: I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n  start_ms: 324170\n  end_ms: 327850\n- text: Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n  start_ms: 327850\n  end_ms: 329640\n- text: But for 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me motivated\n  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n  I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n  What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n  This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n  Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n  It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n  It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n  It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n  **\n\n  Two: O.C\n\n  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  Like Damien, out for world domination\n  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  I'm just out to make figures\n  Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\n  Win the G. win the G.\n  WIN THE G. 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when I roll up\n  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  Thug niggas what? 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me\n[01:19.24] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:22.07] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:24.75] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n[01:30.19] Rrrrahhhh!\n[01:31.08] One: Bumpy Knuckles\n[01:32.93] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n[01:33.86] Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n[01:35.60] Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n[01:38.37] And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n[01:41.18] My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n[01:44.81] So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n[01:47.57] I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n[01:50.20] I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n[01:53.05] What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n[01:55.74] F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n[01:58.45] I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n[02:00.27] This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't 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motherfucker\n[03:13.06] In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n[03:16.61] From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n[03:18.49] Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n[03:21.23] O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n[03:24.82] Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n[03:26.67] You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n[03:30.32] Like Damien, out for world domination\n[03:33.03] Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n[03:36.64] I'm just out to make figures\n[03:38.43] Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n[03:40.29] I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n[03:43.99] Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n[03:46.69] Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n[03:49.36] Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n[03:52.16] You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n[03:54.83] Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n[03:57.54] While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n[04:00.24] Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n[04:03.02] Thug niggas what? 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nigga?\n\nFour: O.C\n\nWhat niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\nBitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\nI make slaves of niggas in ways never made\nVoice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\nIntense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\nIller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\nI set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\nWho dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\nI smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\nNiggas'll end up with whiplash\nBut for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\nI'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\nCome up off that cash nigga\n*applause*","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] **\n[01:02.72] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:05.58] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:08.28] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:11.06] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:13.73] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:16.53] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:19.24] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:22.07] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:24.75] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n[01:30.19] Rrrrahhhh!\n[01:31.08] One: Bumpy Knuckles\n[01:32.93] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n[01:33.86] Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n[01:35.60] Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n[01:38.37] And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n[01:41.18] My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n[01:44.81] So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n[01:47.57] I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n[01:50.20] I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n[01:53.05] What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n[01:55.74] F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n[01:58.45] I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n[02:00.27] This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n[02:03.97] When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n[02:06.64] Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n[02:09.37] Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n[02:12.17] Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n[02:14.88] It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n[02:17.53] It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n[02:20.23] It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n[02:22.98] They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n[02:25.76] Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n[02:29.32] Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n[02:32.07] Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n[02:34.82] Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n[02:37.56] **\n[03:00.30] Two: O.C\n[03:04.87] I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n[03:07.53] Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n[03:10.26] I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a 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Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n[04:05.77] Win the G. win the G.\n[04:08.48] WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n[04:11.10] Three: Bumpy Knuckles\n[04:12.04] Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n[04:14.80] G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n[04:17.57] You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n[04:20.27] Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n[04:23.07] If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n[04:24.87] If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n[04:27.53] I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n[04:31.21] Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n[04:33.93] I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n[04:36.60] Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\n[04:39.33] So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\n[04:42.13] And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\n[04:45.75] And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\n[04:47.54] And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\n[04:50.31] Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\n[04:53.07] Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\n[04:55.78] And while your flow needs, medical aid\n[04:57.56] I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\n[05:00.40] Now where's my G nigga?\n[05:02.18] Four: O.C\n[05:03.06] What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n[05:04.98] Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n[05:06.74] I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n[05:09.42] Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n[05:12.22] Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n[05:14.98] Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n[05:17.67] I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n[05:21.44] Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n[05:24.17] I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n[05:27.85] Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n[05:29.64] But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\n[05:32.30] I'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n[05:35.06] Come up 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me motivated\n  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n  I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n  What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n  This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n  Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n  It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n  It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n  It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n  **\n\n  Two: O.C\n\n  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  Like Damien, out for world domination\n  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  I'm just out to make figures\n  Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  You turn pussy on the mic 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challenge me and after the show\n  start_ms: 140230\n  end_ms: 142980\n- text: They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  start_ms: 142980\n  end_ms: 145760\n- text: Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  start_ms: 145760\n  end_ms: 149320\n- text: Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  start_ms: 149320\n  end_ms: 152070\n- text: Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  start_ms: 152070\n  end_ms: 154820\n- text: Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n  start_ms: 154820\n  end_ms: 157560\n- text: '**'\n  start_ms: 157560\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: 'Two: O.C'\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 184870\n- text: I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  start_ms: 184870\n  end_ms: 187530\n- text: Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  start_ms: 187530\n  end_ms: 190260\n- text: I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  start_ms: 190260\n  end_ms: 193060\n- text: In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  start_ms: 193060\n  end_ms: 196610\n- text: From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  start_ms: 196610\n  end_ms: 198490\n- text: Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  start_ms: 198490\n  end_ms: 201230\n- text: O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  start_ms: 201230\n  end_ms: 204820\n- text: Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  start_ms: 204820\n  end_ms: 206670\n- text: You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  start_ms: 206670\n  end_ms: 210320\n- text: Like Damien, out for world domination\n  start_ms: 210320\n  end_ms: 213030\n- text: Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  start_ms: 213030\n  end_ms: 216640\n- text: I'm just out to make figures\n  start_ms: 216640\n  end_ms: 218430\n- text: Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  start_ms: 218430\n  end_ms: 220290\n- text: I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  start_ms: 220290\n  end_ms: 223990\n- text: Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  start_ms: 223990\n  end_ms: 226690\n- text: Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  start_ms: 226690\n  end_ms: 229360\n- text: Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  start_ms: 229360\n  end_ms: 232160\n- text: You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n  start_ms: 232160\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 237540\n- text: While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  start_ms: 237540\n  end_ms: 240240\n- text: Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  start_ms: 240240\n  end_ms: 243020\n- text: Thug niggas what? 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RRRRAHHHH!\n  start_ms: 248480\n  end_ms: 251100\n- text: 'Three: Bumpy Knuckles'\n  start_ms: 251100\n  end_ms: 252040\n- text: Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n  start_ms: 252040\n  end_ms: 254800\n- text: G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n  start_ms: 254800\n  end_ms: 257570\n- text: You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n  start_ms: 257570\n  end_ms: 260270\n- text: Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n  start_ms: 260270\n  end_ms: 263070\n- text: If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n  start_ms: 263070\n  end_ms: 264870\n- text: If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n  start_ms: 264870\n  end_ms: 267530\n- text: I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n  start_ms: 267530\n  end_ms: 271210\n- text: Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n  start_ms: 271210\n  end_ms: 273930\n- text: I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n  start_ms: 273930\n  end_ms: 276600\n- text: Kinda like you really, 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me motivated\n  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n  I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n  What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n  This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n  Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n  It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n  It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n  It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n  **\n\n  Two: O.C\n\n  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  Like Damien, out for world domination\n  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  I'm just out to make figures\n  Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\n  Win the G. win the G.\n  WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n\n  Three: Bumpy Knuckles\n\n  Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n  G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n  You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n  Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n  If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n  If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n  I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n  Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n  I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n  Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\n  So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\n  And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\n  And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\n  And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\n  Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\n  Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\n  And while your flow needs, medical aid\n  I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\n  Now where's my G nigga?\n\n  Four: O.C\n\n  What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n  Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n  I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n  Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n  Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n  Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n  I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n  Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n  I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n  Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n  But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\n  I'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\n  Come up off that cash nigga\n  *applause*\n"},{"id":24221293,"name":"Win the G (feat. 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me\n[01:19.24] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:22.07] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:24.75] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n[01:30.19] Rrrrahhhh!\n[01:31.08] One: Bumpy Knuckles\n[01:32.93] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n[01:33.86] Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n[01:35.60] Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n[01:38.37] And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n[01:41.18] My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n[01:44.81] So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n[01:47.57] I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n[01:50.20] I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n[01:53.05] What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n[01:55.74] F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n[01:58.45] I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n[02:00.27] This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n[02:03.97] When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n[02:06.64] Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n[02:09.37] Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n[02:12.17] Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n[02:14.88] It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n[02:17.53] It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n[02:20.23] It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n[02:22.98] They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n[02:25.76] Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n[02:29.32] Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n[02:32.07] Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n[02:34.82] Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n[02:37.56] **\n[03:00.30] Two: O.C\n[03:04.87] I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n[03:07.53] Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n[03:10.26] I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n[03:13.06] In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n[03:16.61] From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n[03:18.49] Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n[03:21.23] O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n[03:24.82] Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n[03:26.67] You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n[03:30.32] Like Damien, out for world domination\n[03:33.03] Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n[03:36.64] I'm just out to make figures\n[03:38.43] Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n[03:40.29] I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n[03:43.99] Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n[03:46.69] Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n[03:49.36] Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n[03:52.16] You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n[03:54.83] Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n[03:57.54] While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n[04:00.24] Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n[04:03.02] Thug niggas what? 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nigga?\n\nFour: O.C\n\nWhat niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\nBitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\nI make slaves of niggas in ways never made\nVoice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\nIntense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\nIller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\nI set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\nWho dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\nI smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\nNiggas'll end up with whiplash\nBut for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\nI'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\nCome up off that cash nigga\n*Applause*","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] **\n[01:02.72] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:05.58] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:08.28] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:11.06] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:13.73] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n[01:16.53] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:19.24] Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n[01:22.07] The Gusto is comin home with me\n[01:24.75] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n[01:30.19] Rrrrahhhh!\n[01:31.08] One: Bumpy Knuckles\n[01:32.93] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n[01:33.86] Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n[01:35.60] Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n[01:38.37] And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n[01:41.18] My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n[01:44.81] So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n[01:47.57] I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n[01:50.20] I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n[01:53.05] What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n[01:55.74] F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n[01:58.45] I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n[02:00.27] This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n[02:03.97] When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n[02:06.64] Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n[02:09.37] Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n[02:12.17] Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n[02:14.88] It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n[02:17.53] It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n[02:20.23] It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n[02:22.98] They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n[02:25.76] Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n[02:29.32] Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n[02:32.07] Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n[02:34.82] Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n[02:37.56] **\n[03:00.30] Two: O.C\n[03:04.87] I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n[03:07.53] Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n[03:10.26] I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a 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Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n[04:05.77] Win the G. win the G.\n[04:08.48] WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n[04:11.10] Three: Bumpy Knuckles\n[04:12.04] Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n[04:14.80] G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n[04:17.57] You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n[04:20.27] Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n[04:23.07] If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n[04:24.87] If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n[04:27.53] I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n[04:31.21] Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n[04:33.93] I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n[04:36.60] Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\n[04:39.33] So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\n[04:42.13] And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\n[04:45.75] And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\n[04:47.54] And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\n[04:50.31] Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\n[04:53.07] Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\n[04:55.78] And while your flow needs, medical aid\n[04:57.56] I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\n[05:00.40] Now where's my G nigga?\n[05:02.18] Four: O.C\n[05:03.06] What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n[05:04.98] Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n[05:06.74] I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n[05:09.42] Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n[05:12.22] Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n[05:14.98] Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n[05:17.67] I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n[05:21.44] Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n[05:24.17] I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n[05:27.85] Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n[05:29.64] But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\n[05:32.30] I'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n[05:35.06] Come up off that cash nigga\n[05:35.91] *Applause*\n[05:42.37] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Win the G (feat. 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me motivated\n  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n  I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n  What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n  This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n  Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n  It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n  It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n  It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n  **\n\n  Two: O.C\n\n  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  Like Damien, out for world domination\n  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  I'm just out to make figures\n  Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\n  Win the G. win the G.\n  WIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n\n  Three: Bumpy Knuckles\n\n  Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\n  G.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\n  You new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\n  Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\n  If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\n  If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\n  I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\n  Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon\n  I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\n  Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\n  So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\n  And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\n  And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\n  And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\n  Without this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\n  Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\n  And while your flow needs, medical aid\n  I just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\n  Now where's my G nigga?\n\n  Four: O.C\n\n  What niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\n  Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\n  I make slaves of niggas in ways never made\n  Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\n  Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\n  Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\n  I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\n  Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\n  I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\n  Niggas'll end up with whiplash\n  But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\n  I'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\n  Come up off that cash nigga\n  *Applause*\n"},{"id":9522334,"name":"Win The G (Feat Freddie Foxxx)","trackName":"Win The G (Feat Freddie Foxxx)","artistName":"O.C.","albumName":"Jewelz","duration":343.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"**\nYo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nYo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\nThe Gusto is comin home with me\nComin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\nRrrrahhhh!\n\nOne: Bumpy Knuckles\n\nWho got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\nWho got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\nWho got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\nAnd I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\nMy periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\nSo all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\nI got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\nI knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\nWhat I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\nF-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\nI don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\nThis shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\nWhen I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\nEven if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\nLike it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\nPuttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\nIt's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\nIt's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\nIt's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\nThey Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\nNiggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\nFusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\nBashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\nStep up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n**\n\nTwo: O.C\n\nI bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\nPlatinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\nI be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\nIn his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\nFrom West coast to East I'm full-fledged\nBust the science, niggas better know the ledge\nO see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\nTwo rhymes to my one verse, you go first\nYou tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\nLike Damien, out for world domination\nDon't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\nI'm just out to make figures\nWho holds the threshold, to be the best\nI crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\nCarniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\nLike a virgin, I snatch your innocence\nTalkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\nYou turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\nCoca-Cola, a fission like soda\nWhile you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\nMoney folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\nThug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\nWin the G. win the G.\nWIN THE G. RRRRAHHHH!\n\nThree: Bumpy Knuckles\n\nWho's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I\nG.I., niggas can't see I, see why?\nYou new poppin niggas, and you crew hoppin niggas\nStep up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggas\nIf this bitch up in yo' heart, I'mma find it\nIf you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it\nI got six shots behind this, even with a vest on\nYa yellin, because I aim for the melon\nI'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight\nKinda like you really, never said shit on this mic\nSo if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer\nAnd if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er\nAnd if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er\nAnd cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa\nWithout this record business shit you niggas is broke as fuck\nSmokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck\nAnd while your flow needs, medical aid\nI just appear on niggas shit, and I still get paid\nNow where's my G nigga?\n\nFour: O.C\n\nWhat niggas'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?\nBitch MC's will find theyself in the grave\nI make slaves of niggas in ways never made\nVoice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade\nIntense the moment like sex when I'm bonin\nIller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans\nI set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful\nWho dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?\nI smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass\nNiggas'll end up with whiplash\nBut for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents\nI'mma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it\n\nCome up off that cash nigga\n*applause*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Win The G (Feat Freddie Foxxx)\n  artist: O.C.\n  album: Jewelz\n  duration_ms: 343000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  **\n  Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n  The Gusto is comin home with me\n  Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n  The Gusto is comin home with me\n  Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?\n  The Gusto is comin home with me\n  Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?\n  The Gusto is comin home with me\n  Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me\n  Rrrrahhhh!\n\n  One: Bumpy Knuckles\n\n  Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?\n  Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?\n  Who got them two Glock nines that be black and nickel plated?\n  And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated\n  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these\n  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies\n  I got these niggas shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like\n  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you\n  What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with\n  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks\n  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe\n  This shit is my job to let you niggas know so don't take it personal\n  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do\n  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage\n  Like it's Ho Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets\n  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this\n  It's mad niggas that be thinkin they nice with they flow\n  It's mad niggas that be frontin like they holdin some dough\n  It's mad niggas that'll challenge me and after the show\n  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe\n  Niggas try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta\n  Fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin\n  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY\n  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY\n\n  **\n\n  Two: O.C\n\n  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame\n  Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight\n  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker\n  In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine\n  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged\n  Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge\n  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you\n  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first\n  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp\n  Like Damien, out for world domination\n  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures\n  I'm just out to make figures\n  Who holds the threshold, to be the best\n  I crunch niggas with my gold teeth like, vegetables\n  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis\n  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence\n  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up\n  You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up\n  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda\n  While you say butter, I'mma say Mazola\n  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear\n  Thug niggas what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD\n\n  Win the G. win the G.\n  WIN THE G. 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