Lyrics Ova Bitches - Kool G Rap

Ova Bitches

Aye, yo, yo, yo, hold up G Rap we already used this beat
I got another idea M.O.B: Money Ova Bitches
Money and Ice chains
You know my style yeah
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Money Ova Bitches
Money and Ice chains
You know my style yeah
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Money Ova Bitches
Ready to light something bang pipes like I’m plumbing
Baby faces killers call em' youngins, see what happen'
They bout action, them young boys are comin'
Queens, I hold that flag like a lost battalion
Money and ice chains n' some frost medallions
Tight veins with bodies like horse or stallions
Shout out Queens where niggas will resort to violence
Niggas learn when that pressure firm
Brought forth by the sword
Catch a stray slug through your precious perm
It’s no protest where I rest, best confirmed
Queens cops get they head burned like Edward Burns
Seen shit stomachs reject and they flesh is turned
I got niggas that servin' world Guiness record terms
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Smith and Wesson ??
My style is movin' with the major cash
Pape stack, nigga chop up, the razor crack
You not a cook, you’s a good jux, OK
But that
Nigga got food, I’m already saying grace for that
Pretty face rats
That chase the stack
Matter fact, sell they souls
Cheaper than what’s found on the favor rack
Make my bones with the movers n' the shakers
Strapped
G Rap be back with a criminal empire
I own D’s like Len Bias
Break in the Benz tires
It’s M.O.B
Money Ova Bitches, I been biased
Put that work in for certain
Just hand me the wrench pliers
Hammers blam, I’m a leave em' where I land em'
It’s power move music, screwin' diva’s in the Phantom
Ran around on no grounds, went around squeezin' random
Down freaks I let em around cheese, if I brand em'
Come out with some street shit, that fit for an anthem
Make it opposite of handsome for that ransom nigga
You know my style