If You Feel Like I Feel - O.G.C.

Where we at, where we at, M-F-C

M-F-C (for what son) for life

For life nigga, word up

Word up, Brick city (Brooklyn)

Where we at (ha ha)

These niggas got me fuckin crazy bitches

So I keep a ton of hats

Chillin wit these willies then I get them for they snaps

See them on the T.V. popin this and popin that

Don’t say nothin when you see me I’ma pop a fuckin cap

In that ass wit the hash for the splif so I can twist it

M-F-C weed and hennessy packin biscuits

Brand new Jesus on my feet in a benz lifted

Fuckin wit Starang hollarin at all the bitches

Look at these assholes, made me cut off my afro

Blow up the spot, make shit hot like tabasco

Ay yo, I roped these bitches as if a nigga had a lasso

It’s classical, snatchin jewels then I smash you

Ay yo, niggas wanna know why I act this way

I don’t know, been like that since back in the day

Ay yo, pick a spot and my man Starang’ll lick a shot

Yo, disagree or say I think not, they got it

(And it’s on)

Yo, Dog and Hennyville

Feel the same way I feel

They wanna kill, then I kill

We all got whips

So when they peel, then I peel

It’s like that, I suppose

Smokin tons of weed

L-B's of cocoa

My man D, yo and Will

Feel the same way I feel

When I kill, then they kill

We all got whips

So when I peel, then they peel

It’s like that, I suppose

In GS three O-O's, hollarin at the hoes

Yo, I’m head strong, because I go head on

Wit any fool

Who try to test the O-G, you dead wrong (you dead wrong)

You been lead on, you stupid, you dead arm

Anyway, who’s this minny man talkin

Thinkin he can keep walkin in this day and time

Didn’t he know Big Kahuna, plus actions in nam

Ready to begin, put all the bullshit to an end

Put it down for Brooklyn, ain’t no room for frontin

Makin mad moves in A-T-L, can’t you tell

O-G-C's and Doc smokin these fat ass L’s

Oh well, can you catch the sense a million breeze

Is it cocoa trees, or is it the green weed

Roll it up, ten seconds now smoke it up

Hold up, don’t choke it up, I think you smoked enough

Lyin through ya teeth, sayin we have beef

Now you wanna shake my hand and smoke on my leaf

Son I be all in, for it, now I move forward

G-C's tourin, top dollar for it

Can’t ignore it, send all my niggas all over

Don’t like it, so at best you scoot over

Or get ran over

Ville out of sight like ??

Knockin at ya door like Jahova

Beast come in, son let me in

Pack it in like Mexicans, for next of kin

If any foot step in I’m throwin lefts to chins

Now any questions, no, so let’s begin

I bust this shit

Get up on a track, then split on to the next gig

Hearin Pac say hold ya head

Mad shit gonna change, just stay arranged

At it all day like Pinky and The Brain

Maintain our composure and then we roast ya

And have our niggas screamin out ESHKOSHKA

My Heltah Skeltah niggas

Feel the same way we feel

They wanna kill

When we kill

We all got whips, so when they peel

Then we peel

Heltah Skeltah, word up

M-F-C for life

And all my motherfuckin niggas, where you want it

Ay yo, my Owtlaw niggas

Feel the same way we feel

They wanna kill

When we kill

We all got whips, so when they peel

Then we peel

Owtlawz, west side, word up (word up)

Till we die (word up)

My dirty south niggas

Feel the same way we feel

They wanna kill

When we kill

We all got whips, so when they peel

Then we peel

My dirty south niggas

Goodie Mob, Outcast, word up, word up, M-F-C

And to my M-F-C niggas

Feel the same way we feel

They wanna kill

When we kill

We all got whips, so when they peel

Then we peel

M-F-C, for life (M-F-C, M-F-C)

Word up, word up

(Starang, Louieville and Top Dog chattering as music fades)