Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song X-Unknown , by - O.G.C.. Song from the album Da Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song X-Unknown , by - O.G.C.. Song from the album Da Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопX-Unknown |
| Smack, and when you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s the quiet riot storming in the center |
| (No doubt) Do it like this and like that |
| Put the change in the streets from fists to gats |
| Feeling loosey goosey off the liquor, can’t shut these |
| Lips up, never slip up, but on point just like |
| A stick-up. |
| I’ll shoot my gift to your gut like |
| A jail jux and run my line up your spine like |
| A blind book. |
| Shook crooked booked. |
| Ain’t no time |
| For joking, provoke this like gun smoke. |
| Some nice |
| And hoping, soaked in acid eating, can be that |
| Bastard. |
| Eleven thirty fire, sound burn asses |
| To ashes |
| Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu |
| (Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that |
| Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah |
| I race to the new unknown. |
| No one |
| Is home, so I relax my chrome |
| Temporarily until I come face-to-face with these |
| Fake-ass slackers who try to bury we |
| You better be mentally, physically fit |
| ‘Cause O.G.C. |
| comes equipped for your lip |
| No flapping. |
| Having heart attacks when we’re coming through |
| Your back door, and you still asking for more |
| Of Top Dog, but you don’t really want no more |
| They all fall, and they all spoiled |
| (Booyah!) And when you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s the beast from the East—don't enter |
| (No doubt) Do it up like this and that |
| Make the change in the streets, like, from fists to gats |
| Niggas don’t be knowing what be going |
| On when I be flowing wilder than Samoans |
| Bitches get dissed because they Miss like Jones |
| When it’s my turn to throw, you get hit with stones |
| Now I guess your whole crew’s under pressure |
| Don’t mess around with the sarge, man. |
| I’m Large like Professor |
| Spots blown—run for cover. |
| It’s just another |
| Boot Camp bomb—sound the alarm, I’m with Sluggah |
| (Everything is real) AKA the nature |
| (Everything is real) What we call it? |
| Nature |
| (Everything is real) AKA the nature |
| (Everything is real) O.G.C. |
| call it nature |
| When I ran around town, doing things I did |
| Bucking shots at them criminal kids |
| Many tried to infiltrate through my mind state |
| But my mate, the lye break kept my fucking mind straight |
| Bitches get put up, and punks shot down |
| Frowns on their faces when them niggas draw the trey pounds |
| Clowns front, act like they don’t know |
| But O.G.C. |
| agrees that that’s a no-no |
| Crying, whining like that Lion, far |
| From bows, so hop your ass on that fucking Yellow Road |
| Sewn up from the toes up, emcees get |
| No leeway (O.G.C.'ll split ya three-ways) |
| From the parts |
| Unknown, I have sparked and blown any punk |
| Who wanna test, or any marked with the chrome |
| It is known that my style increases |
| Like the deficit. |
| You’re best to get out of my face. |
| I’m on some next shit |
| Yes, it gets hectic like Chill Rob. |
| Ill squad |
| Who pull the cards on retards |
| We scar (Who?) anybody, and make niggas |
| Wanna party, so don’t act rowdy ‘cause, in this room |
| It’s mad cloudy. |
| Now we walk around with |
| The Glock and the pound, G |
| And you knows that |
| There’s no stopping Fab 5, Ruck and Rocking |
| Originoo Gunns make other crews run like stockings |
| Hype when the mic’s inside my control |
| Tighten up my grip so I won’t fold |
| Wetting niggas, I’ll play too much, I’ll leave ‘em damp |
| I’m the champ (Starang) you know from the Boot Camp |
| The illest, obsolete fleet from PJ’s |
| Gunn Clappa Numba One (Number one DJs) |
| From the beginning, niggas knew they wasn’t winning |
| Ninety-now is the ending of them niggas that’s pretending |
| When you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s the Originoo Gunn Clappaz—don't enter |
| No doubt, do it like this and like that |
| Put your change in the streets from fists to gats |
| Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu |
| (Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that |
| Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah |
| «Bitch, please.» |
| And when you hear that, then ya |
| Know that it’s that nigga Starang—don't enter |
| (No doubt) Do it up like this and that |
| Wondering where all my niggas from Brooklyn at |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Danjer | 1995 |
| Gunn Clapp | 1995 |
| Hurricane Starang | 1995 |
| No Fear | 1995 |
| Da Storm | 1995 |
| God Don't Like Ugly | 1995 |
| Elite Fleet | 1995 |
| Flappin | 1995 |
| Calm Before Da Storm | 1995 |
| Wild Cowboys In Bucktown | 1995 |
| Boom... Boom... Fucking Prick | 1995 |
| M-Pire Shrikez Back | 1998 |
| Bounce To the Ounce | 1998 |
| Dirtiest Players In The Game | 1998 |
| Suspect Niggaz | 1998 |
| Boot Camp MFC Eastern Conference | 1998 |
| Set Sail | 1998 |
| The Big Ohh | 1998 |
| Girlz Ninety Now | 1998 |
| Shit Happens | 1998 |