O.c. - Down 4 Whateva lyrics

Intro: O.C.(M.O.P shouting) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Ba**) What the f**, What the f**, What the f**. (My n***as) Ha, Uh, Yeah, Ha, What, What,(Firing squad n***a) My M.O.P. Click.(My motherf**ing M.O.P click) Them n***as deep, what the deal (For Life) O.C. n***a! Coming for real.(O.C.) Verse one: O.C Now check this motherf**ing combo right here Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a Glock and a clip We won't jam when it's time to blast! b**h-n***as that rap, we bout to get in yo' a** We done played the background for too long, all my new sh** I'm naming names, f** it, it's on I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn sh** With this ten-man clique Who don't know how to act, lookin for some n***as to hit And if you that rapper who think it can't happen to you You might end up in the East River with some bale-a** shoes I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your a** raw I flipped the word around, n***a, this means WAR Yo, f** that, Crooklyn's on the map forever To Billy and Fame, I hope you n***as down for whatever With mics or with the guns when its time to shoot For Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE (Come on) Chorus: Flatbush *cut and scratched* --Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad) Bed-Stuy *cut and scratched* "Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching* Bushwick *cut and scratched* C.I.- *cut and scratched* "Thought I'd remind y'all" Fort Greene *cut and scratched* --East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all" Verse two: Lil' Fame I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole sh** swole up This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude (Try to act rude) Play the mascott With your clown a** ways, these days, look what your a** got Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real That cartoon-a**-n***a thought he was King of the Hill That whole sh** was animation, imitation But I shipped that a** on out, like immigration Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation Constitutional rights in the LAST GENERATION You're facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s Flippin this track with O.C n***as know we, hold this sh** down for Brooklyn, n***a! Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, n***a! Chorus Verse three: Billy Danze Hot damn! Danze shot your head Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on Put the rest of that sh** in the bag I would tear your a** to pieces, so you please don't make me mad (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny I only got love for the thugs that's next to me (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill *pause* I told ya, I'm real! And I've been doing a double danly Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me) Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even I'm one of them dudes that n***as refuse to believe in (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing *scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"