THE UNION - OC's Connects lyrics

(feat. O.C. & U-Nast)

[O.C.] The fuck is up?

[Nast] Yeah nigga

[O.C.] Gotta let these niggaz know, knahmsayin?

[Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah?

[O.C.] Word up.. niggaz comin with that penny ante shit

[?] Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones

[Nast] Nickel and dime ass niggaz, word up

[O.C.]

Yeah, yo

I'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawk

And the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you cough

Where the glocks go to war tryin to lay down laws

Resortin to any means, leavin you never no more

Ass-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin)

Dice roll, ass bets, arguments (gas spittin)

Opposite sex admire when you cruise right by her

in the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex)

Cats on the benches like army niggaz in the trenches

Concentration camp like barbed wire fences

Hittin the jukes, crooks with hard looks

Ice cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shook

Fuck all the bullshit, niggaz gotta keep a full clip

From Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick

[U-Nast]

Y'all know my gat stay sick

Nasty cough with a spit

Whatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and ripped

They'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitched

After that, get on the phone and drop a line to your bitch

Word is he sick? Tell her what we did to your click

Hand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clip

You get your ass smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no joke

And I don't give a fuck who supplyin your coke

[O.C.]

Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprentice

Young guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig it

Brook-? will forever drop bombs

Connec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ion

Organized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tion

Phenomen' O.C. is on, what?

Fuckin with us is like truly poor judgement

U-Nast spit it that he be about the thug shit

Price to pay send you on your merry way

Brooklyn run shit nigga, have a nice day