Gunn Clapp
O.G.C. Lyrics

I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes
I believe that my mind is attracted to a life of criminal activities

So you find, that you will get hit one time
If you mess with us, you'll get shot once

With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body
We'll use a shotgun because anyone can be killed

So fuck around when Top D-O-G's in the zone
Don't mess with us when our leader is present

You be slippin' into darkness with the chrome to ya dome
You'll die if you're caught off guard with a gun to your head

Soldier boy, don't be takin' Boot Camp for no toy
Don't underestimate our gang or treat it like a joke

Be the first one in the hole when po-po starts to roll
Hide from the police when they come around

On ya posse, cause we know ya posse's punani
We're not afraid to attack your crew because they're weak

And forever dreaming, time for y'all to stop schemin'
Stop dreaming about doing things and start actually doing them

Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y'all be the only ones leaving
If we die tomorrow, you'll be the only ones getting away with it

In a pine box, cause I'mma straight shots
You'll end up in a coffin because I shoot accurately

And I won't stop, til all them body drop
I'll keep shooting until everyone is dead

To shots to a brain, punk trynna maintain in pain
I'll shoot you in the head and you'll suffer until you die

But it's insane how you was raised in this game
It's crazy how you were brought up to live this way

Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitch
The streets are dangerous, you should have been more cautious

I don't feel sorry that we had to wet shit
I have no remorse for killing someone

But sound of a tre, pound is fired
The sound of a gun being fired is heard

It must be tension, niggas wanna elevate
There is tension and people want to escalate the situation

But not when nigga listens, he's on his own
People don't listen and do what they want on their own

Trapped in a zone, thinkin' it's fun
Stuck in a dangerous situation but thinking it's enjoyable

Forever stuck, project people runnin' to the Gunn
People from the projects seek protection from our gang

To see the one, who ass has just got done
They come to see the person who was just killed

Now tell a story, who fought back
Explain the story of someone who fought back against us

But then clapped a dead homey, end of story
But then we killed their friend and that's the end of the story

Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah
I hit you with an old gun and took your 40-ounce drink

From the Ville is gettin' naughty and real blessed
Our gang from Brownsville is being bad and blessed with safety

Many men get mingled, many get mashed
Many people get hurt and killed

But how many times must we get up in that ass
How many times do we have to fight against people

Ruthless, whose this, coming through ya speakers
Here comes another aggressive rap song

Everything is wreck, I'm on the set like boricua's
Everything is chaos and I'm part of the group causing it

Original, criminals, style subliminal
We're original criminals with subliminal messages in our music

Gettin' rid of you, fake emcee's, I put that ass
I'll get rid of fake rappers by attacking them

In critical, condition, where niggas be hopin'
They'll end up in critical condition and people will be happy

And wishing, Strang' ain't comin' up ya block
They hope we don't show up in their neighborhood

With Glock ammunitions, like lord have mercy
Armed with Glock guns and asking for God's mercy

Starang don't hurt me, Heltah Skeltah melt ya
Don't hurt me, but we'll hurt you with our violent music

Ass like Hershey's, my mack clips make niggas do backflips
Our guns make people flip backwards like acrobats

Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this shit
Our strategy needs practice to make it seem real

That I be kickin' ain't for real, pack more steel
What we're rapping about is actually real and we have more weapons

Then four wheels at the dog hill
We have more guns than cars in the dangerous neighborhood

Commercial rap get the gun clap
We don't like mainstream rap and will attack those who make it

Sayin' we ain't dope, when I saw ya punk ass scopin'
You said we're not good, but I saw you checking us out

You was on my dick til Buckshot 'got ya opin'
You were a fan of our group until Buckshot dissed you

Too hot to handle, no I can't stand y'all
We're too good and you can't compete with us

Punk ass niggas get blown out like Orlando
Weak people will get killed like the nightclub shooting in Orlando

(Crept in cruel, but Steele got swept in fool)
(Someone came in being cruel but then they got outnumbered)

It's a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame
It's a shame, Starang, but we'll kill you and hang you up like a picture

Booyakah, fuck who you are, didn't get ya name
We don't care who you are and didn't bother to ask your name

Niggas couldn't hang, if we sufficent ease the pain
People can't handle us and our gang can offer relief to their pain

And brains blow, so I say fuck this
Brains will explode, so I say forget this

Let my nigga Rock bring the Ruck-us
Let my friend Rock cause chaos

Niggas talk shit, then they leaving here in crutches
People who talk badly about us will end up injured and needing crutches

I, cock, back, relax and swing
I pull back the gun, relax, and shoot

Ringin' ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville be
I make people's ears ring after shooting them

Upon them weak crews, them can't do me nothing
I attack weak gangs because they can't do anything to me

Dare cross this path, gassed up and making something
If you cross me, I'll come after you and create trouble

Huffin', bluffin', punk in my path
People who are huffing and bluffing cause problems for me

Voice raise glass, and I don't think that you can ask routes
I raise my voice and don't think you can find your way around

Stand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half black
I'm weak and have the behind of a bad cat with a black back

So whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville Sluggah
Who's a dandy? It's me, Louis from Brownsville

Coming for ya, so muthafuckas run for cover
I'm coming for you, so you better hide

This is another, warrior sound that goes around
This is another song about gang warfare

And go' around, like them punks from underground
It spreads around like the punk gangs from the underground

Catchin' beatdowns, they not hard to the core
They're getting beat up because they're not tough at their core

They don't really want no war, when them rays hit the floor
They don't actually want a war when the guns start firing

Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do
This is for me and what I need to do

To let them niggas know, that ain't no fear in this man here
To show them that I'm not afraid

But of course we know anybody die
But we know that anyone can die

But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die
But know that our gang will increase and fight to the death