Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me   Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me      Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me   Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me      Comin' home with me, comin' home with me   (Comin' home with me)   Rrrahh!      Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?   Who got celebrity, status and is still underrated?   Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?   And I'll blow a nigga's chest out to keep me motivated      My peripheral, sees MC's that ain't nice with these   So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies   I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like   I knock your punk ass out, wake you up and I show you      What I look like, who's that MC that thinks that he can fuck with   F R E D D I E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks   I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe   This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal      When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do   Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage   Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue tappin' on them pockets   Puttin' tabs on your revenue, now, dig this      It's mad, niggaz that be thinkin' they nice with they flow   It's mad, niggaz that be frontin' like they holdin' some dough   It's mad, niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show   'They Don't Wanna Be Players' no mo', like Joe      Niggaz, try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta   Fusion I'm smashin' with the simple shit I'm usin'   Bashin' and bruisin', who's in charge? Bumpy   Step up in my face I leave your forehead lumpy      Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me   Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me      Yo, O.C., are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me   Yo, Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?   The Gusto is comin' home with me      I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame   Platinum and gold plate don't hold no weight   I be that prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker   In his right mind steppin' in my cipher tryin' to take mine      From West coast to East, I'm full-fledged   Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge   O, see all, I G off, enemy I spot you   Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first      You tasteless, face it, I engrave my name in your scalp   like Damien, out for world domination   Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures   I'm just out to make figures      Who holds the threshold to be the best   I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like vegetables   Carnivorous deliverance, murder one nemesis   Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence      Talkin' bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up   You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up   Coca-Cola, a fission like soda   While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola   Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear   Thug niggaz what? Blowin' up spots like a S C U D      Win the G, win the G   Win the G, rah!      Who's that New York nigga? Left that be nice like B.I.   G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why?   You new poppin' niggaz and you crew hoppin' niggaz   Step up in my face and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz      If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it   If you think I'm talkin' to you then just rewind it   I got six shots behind this even with a vest on   Ya yellin' because I aim for the melon      I'm a felon and I bet you never been in a fight   Kinda like you really, never said, "Shit on this mic"   So, if I diss a nigga hustlin' that makes me a displayer   And if you buy my record twice that makes you a two-payer      And if your girl like Donna Karan that makes her a DK-er   And 'cause I hate your punk ass that don't make you no playa   Without this record business shit, you niggaz is broke as fuck   Smokin' weed smokin' woolies while I smoke your luck      And while your flow needs, medical aid   I just appear on niggaz shit and I still get paid   Now, where's my G nigga?      What niggaz'll think, they made of steel and wanna play brave?   Bitch, MC's will find theyself in the grave   I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made   Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade      Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin'   Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans   I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful   Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?      I smite your ass quick fast like flash runnin' past your ass   Niggaz'll end up with whiplash   But for the moment, I'm zonin' any opponents   I'ma cut it short right now because this rap shit we own it      Come up off that cash nigga