OG Muzik

Lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Paul] DJ Paul! I'm an OG dirty south nigga, that's a true fact 26 years in this game, I didn't [?] [?] got my first [?] With my Oscar in the cup, [?] [?] most underrated nigga in the game A skeliton sinner [?] with a Christion name I made the whole world screaming yeah ho Pimp nigga, made my ex bitch eat my new ho That's how a nigga do it on the southside Better listen to a mac, or get a black eye Gotta keep some extra bitches on stand by Cause these days hoes pimpin hoes, and they getting by [Verse 2: AR-AB] I se the fork in the road, but I kept going They shot my car up with a 30, it just kept going I see my aunt strung out in the crack house I told her never come back, but she kept going There's money on my head, I still sleep good Never had a record deal, but I eat good [?] speak hood I'm tryna stuff 3 grams up in each wood [?] mom pray at night, that I make it home She said AB, leave the streets, won't you make a song? [?] tryna make a song [?] small Glock till the break of dawn When my dreams come true with my make a wish I let my family gon eat if I take a prick 14 on the block tryna take a shift Hustle in the bathroom when I take a shit [Verse 3: Dark Lo] This is [?] to your eyes, [?] lies My piece of the pie, it's the reper in disguise I got all white on, I got all my rights wrong Niggas got tights on, [?] mic's on You can have it [?] It's over for you, got the drop, Imma [?] on you [?] throw some shitup on you Dark Lo and AR-AB, this is not normal No money, no conversation Time is up, homie, what's the combonation? All you niggas talking shit, what's the situation? Pastries in the oven, that's the shit I'm baking I got a mag in my raincoat I let it rain on you, don't get drained though I'm off the Perkasits, I might change clothes Get money, [?]