Shoot To Kill - O.G.C.

[Intro: Starang Wondah}

New York, word up, check it out

Wanna let y’all know why we here tonight

And all the ladies, for real y’all throw it up

Word up, yo why we came tonight

And all the niggas, for real, word up

This is real yo, why we here tonight

It’s on y’all, ayo c’mon, word up

It’s on y’all, yo son yo…

Check this shit out

This year niggas put up or get out

'Fore I put the hit out, have me smack shit out

These bitch ass niggas and make em all spit out

Blood and teeth

Yo what the fuck y’all want beef?

Word up, I roll heavily in my LX470

Pull up at all the spots, make my enemies remember me

I jet from the scene, spliff in the sunset

I get out and I ain’t go for my gun yet

Ain’t no mystery on how I came to make history

Big up on behalf of all the niggas that was missing me

Ayo they feel the wrath, we laugh on how we devour guys

Shower guys with lead show em where the power lies

Fucking with Starang, you ain’t got a pot to piss in

Can’t Stand The Rain, just another New Edition

Taped up in the back of my man’s Expedition

Got you wishing you wasn’t in this position

Now whether you live or not is up to a Henny’s say

Go ahead pop shit, you gon' die anyway

Fucked up in the game, you wasn’t fucking with lames

Going against Starang is like going against the grains

Yo what’s my mother fucking name?

Big Will

(Hennyville

Ayo we shoot to kill and we won’t stop until)

A nigga see a mil' with a house on the hills

Livin out in the burbs with a choice of four wheels

(Yo what’s my mother fucking name?

Hennyville

Big Will

Shoot to kill

(Ayo we won’t stop until)

A nigga see a mil' with a house on the hills

Taking a truckload of bitches back to Brownsville

It ain’t no thang if niggas wanna bang with this

And claim the clips

Bring it on and bring the pits, bring the miss

And watch me walk off with the chip

Grabbing my dick, tell a girl, blow em a kiss

Nigga discreetly

I see you out there Sleepy

Roll you over in the street and not go beep beep

Ville still gunning

Love the look of hundreds

Critic quotes, once again they’ve out done it

How stunning mouth running niggas act funny

Stay a dumb dummy, we just stay counting money

Blessed be In N-Y

Blow smoke in the sky, till the day I die

Yo I’m a villest

That be my nigga Big Will

If there’s a problem, doctor just prescribe some pills

Or be left lumped up, rest in the dump truck

Going against the wrong side, you done fucked up

I put it up for those who close to heart

Wrong moves, get niggas ripped apart

What’s his mother fucking name

Dru Ha, Dru Ha, god damn

Word up word up c’mon, duck down

What’s his mother fucking name me and J,(me and J my nigga)

In the place to be,(make about a g a day)

And what’s his mother fucking name B.O.

(B.O.biggy b-bounce)

Baby bidounce, in the place to be

And what’s his mother fuckin name

(who dat) Chucky Duck, Duck in the place to be

(uh huh chuck down duck down representative)

Brownsville (9−8, 9−9 shit) Sefro uh huh,(9−8, 9−9 shit)

Brownsville, word up c’mon

(and it’s on again word up and it’s on again)