Win The G - O.C., Bumpy Knuckles

Who got the

Hardest emcee style ever created?

Who got

Celebrity status and is still underrated?

Who got them

Two Glock nines that be black and nickel-plated?

And I’ll blow a nigga’s chest out to keep me motivated

My peripheral sees emcees that ain’t nice with these

So all my new rivalries’ll be emcees robberies

I got these niggas shook like Shake-N-Bake, cook like

I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you what I

Look like.

Who’s that emcee that thinks that he can fuck with

F-R-E-D-D-I-E?

Excuse me, Bumpy Knucks

I don’t give a fuck if it’s friend or foe.

This shit is my job

To let you niggas know, so don’t take it personal

When I stick this verse in you, I don’t know what you gon' do

Even if you get your crew, I’ll walk through the stage like it’s

Ho Stroll Avenue, tapping on them pockets, putting

Tabs on your revenue.

Now dig this: it’s mad

Niggas that be thinking they’re nice with their flow, it’s mad

Niggas that be fronting like they’re holding some dough, it’s mad

Niggas that’ll challenge me, and, after the show, «They Don’t

Wanna Be Players» no mo' like Joe.

Niggas

Try to come at me with contemporary gangsta

Fusion, I’m smashing with the simple shit I’m using

Bashing and bruising.

Who’s in charge?

Bumpy!

Step up in my face, I leave your forehead lumpy!

Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

(The Gusto is coming home with me)

(Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?)

The Gusto is coming home with me

Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?

(The Gusto is coming home with me)

(Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?)

The Gusto is coming home with me, (coming home with me)

Coming home with me, (coming home with me)

Rrrrahhhh!

I bring

The pain like a slice to your vein—fuck your fame, platinum

And gold plate don’t hold no weight.

I be that

Prophetic soul-drainer.

Ain’t a motherfucker in his

Right mind stepping in my cipher, trying to take mine

From West Coast to East, I’m full-fledged

Bust the science, niggas better know the ledge (Knowledge, boy)

O see all, I G. off.

Enemy?

I spot you

Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first.

You’re tasteless

Face it.

I engrave my name in the scalp

Like Damien, out for world domination.

Don’t

Get me wrong.

I don’t represent 6−6-

-6 figures.

I’m just out to make figures.

Who

Holds the threshold to be the best?

I crunch niggas

With my gold teeth like vegetables

Carnivorous deliverance murder one nemesis

Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence

Talking bank robberies when you rhyme?

Hold up

You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up

Coca-Cola, I fizz it like soda.

While you

Say, «Butter,» I’ma say, «Mazola.»

Money-folder

Hold a grudge, cold like a polar bear hug

Niggas, what?

Blowing up spots like a SCUD

Win the G, win the G

Win the G!

Rrrrahhhh!

Who’s that

New York nigga left that be nice like be I?

G.I.

niggas can’t see I. See, why?

You new popping niggas and you crew-hopping niggas step up

In my face, and Bumpy be 2Pac-ing niggas.

If there’s

Bitch up in your heart, I’ma find it.

If you think I’m

Talking to you, then just rewind it.

I got six shots

Behind this.

Even with a vest on

You’re yelling because I aim for the melon

I’m a felon, and I bet you never been in a fight—kind of

Like you really never said shit on this mic—so if I

Diss a nigga hustling, that makes me a displayer, and if you

Buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer, and if your

Girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er, and ‘cause

I hate your punk ass, that don’t make you no player.

Without this

Record business shit, you niggas is broke as fuck

Smoking weed, smoking woolies while I smoke your luck, and while your

Flow needs medical aid, I just appear on niggas' shit

And I still get paid.

Now where’s my G, nigga?

What

Niggas’ll think they’re made of steel and want to play brave?

Bitch emcees will find theirself in a grave

I make slaves of niggas in ways never made

Voice like an Ox or, better yet, sharp as a blade

Intense the moment like sex when I’m boning

Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans

I set it.

Let it be known: better beware, better be careful

Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows?

How dare you?

I smite your ass quick, fast like Flash running

Past your ass, niggas’ll end up with whiplash, but for

The moment, I’m zoning.

Any opponents, I’ma cut it

Short right now because this rap shit?

We own it

Come up off that cash, nigga