Lyrics Suspect Niggaz - O.G.C.

Suspect Niggaz

Yo I been Fresh like the Prince ever since grade 6
Can’t turn back, I ain’t been the same since (uh huh)
You know how bitch niggas in the industry
Pretend to be a friend of me
In the long run, becomin' enemies
R.I.P.
Wet Capone, who got jooked up (word up)
Looked up, my nigga had mound, this beat he hooked up
Got niggas out on the Av., they all shook up
Me and Henny think this O.G.C.
(uh huh) is booked up
Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga Henny mad, yellin' in the background (fuck them niggas!)
They better ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast someone
Yo ass get down, Starang say blast them son
Yell out, M.F.C., and here they come wit massive guns
Aiyo some chick asked her home girl «Who is he?»
She said «You don’t know Henny, V-I-Double L-E
That’s that nigga that’s full blown just like a celly
Build real nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel»
G.C.
til the day I D, all night put it up, M.F.C.
for life
Niggas I looked up to, turned out to be suspect, alarmin'
Grab ya kids, niggas is Barney
Yo they ain’t wit gettin' money, they laugh at what ain’t funny
They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin' sunny
Yo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
G.C.'s can’t be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, I’mma see you when you finally hit home
Yo, who is Starang Wondah, no relation to Stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to M-O-B-B
Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy (yeah)
Don’t want beef here, no prob come see me
Straight flashback, clearin' ya field, lookin' for cash back
That’s fucked up, you was in debt, now you done lucked out
You bugged out, take off yo shit, and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin' that green weed up in my leaf
I’m not havin' that, just replace it wit the black
Check Judo or Knitty, or June for the 50 cent
Now look at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at?
Bucktown muthafuckas
Who are we?
M.F.C., bitch niggas
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it down
(suspect, suspect)
Let’s take a walk through Park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin' these streets of Brook-NAM
It’s similar to Vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm, especially when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know they from Brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That’s right, what, ya niggas ain’t shit
Cock back the double barrel and spit seed
Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of O.G.'s, who know me
As that little bad nigga from '93
Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointed at ya knot
Cock it quick, nigga watch this
Yo, I heard you sayin', purposely spillin' the beans
On the street, rock the paper, now you playin' the greens
Khak’s sacky, don’t wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whylin' on the streets is only a fad
Twenty stitches, collect call stressin' mad bitches
Got you in the home of house of snitches
Dig that, they dug you, only hit for Moms on the humble
Four building, watch 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just preparin' me, shit ready to cock
Did he bobble in and watch you roll eyes
Number one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow minds
I’m quick to blow strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold mine
Yo, I’m wit my man, Big Hav from the M-O-B-B
Hennyville, Buckshot my man D-O-G
Shit ya work hard for us, to us comes easy
Ya want beef, yeah, no prob come see me (see me)
(suspect, suspect, suspect)
(niggas, niggas, niggas)
O.G.C., Mobb Deep, Brownsville and QB
Pocket change, mack alone the whole M.F.C
Bob Marley spliff, crack open the Hennessy
Ya want beef, yeah, no prob come see we