Blow
O.S.P.S. Lyrics

We comin at you live from the home of the pine box (hit 'em up)
We are broadcasting live from the place where people are buried in coffins, ready to fight.

Every block, every boulevard (get 'em up)
We are present in every street and road, and we are prepared to fight.

You know the name in the game (whattup doe)
Our name and reputation are well-known in the game, so what's good?

We still bang (bang) band (whattup doe)
We still support and represent our crew wholeheartedly, so what's good?

Up in the spot, you wild black at
We are here in this particular location, and you are living with reckless abandon.

Down a couple of bottles and party, your pants sag (drunk)
You are intoxicated, and your pants are falling off in the middle of the party.

It's poppin off dawg (oh you gangsta with it)
Things are getting intense, and everyone is acting confrontational.

It's poppin off dawg (let's get gangsta with it)
Things are getting intense, so let's make it even more so and get raw with it.

Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us
When things get chaotic in the club, we are the ones responsible.

It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts
We're not fueled by alcohol, it's our courage and bravery that propels us.

Y'all remember me from when the real niggas clutched
You recall me from when the true gangsters held their guns tightly.

And wherever I ride, live niggas throw it up
Wherever I go, authentic gangsters show their support.

I, switched the game, I'm doin boss things
I've changed and elevated my behavior, now doing what bosses do.

I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin
I'm taking charge and am on the fast track to success, I'm not kidding.

(still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef
I'm still working with Foxx and Tef, no stopping now.

(still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I
I'm still doing it with Fame and will continue to do it until I die.

Blow the horns on 'em
Make an announcement or signal a warning to them.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Reiterate the need to sound the alarm.

What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me
You might imagine yourself to be similar to me, but you don't measure up.

Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in
You are a coward, my friends are the real deal and they prove it.

And we let it out
Our violent tendencies and aggression are on full display.

A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk
A gun carried on the body is more dangerous than one stored in a vehicle's trunk.

So, act up if you want it
Challenge me at your own peril.

Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800
You are familiar with my drinking preferences, always Olde English 800.

F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack
A simple introduction of myself and my name.

Brownsville where you at? Where you at?
A call out to a specific location and its inhabitants.

BLAOW! Niggas wonder how me and Fame remain strong
People are curious about how Fame and I have maintained our powerful bond.

BLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on
Despite releasing five albums and signing six deals, we continue to succeed in the music industry.

BLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm
My younger associates are learning how to fight while we teach them to fight properly.

BLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God
We're training our younger crew members the agony and danger of the gang life, playing godly powers.

So now, we back nigga with straight bombs
We're returning with powerful music that packs a punch.

And in fact nigga it's napalm
Our music has the explosiveness of napalm.

So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm
Stay collected, as I'm ready to unleash all my power with the movement of my arm.

Grippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now
With my hand on my weapon, I'm going to hit you with all my might.

Here's your chance to advance
This is your opportunity to move up in the world.

Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants
Prepare yourself to fight, as I'm ready to fire the gun right out of your loose clothing.

I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine
I drew inspiration from the lines of an acclaimed rapper and blended it with my own.

Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine?
Is there a rapper who has a more authentic and gritty background than mine?

This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards
This is a unique and original product of Brooklyn, the real deal.

You know that old bullshit that we be on
You're familiar with the fake persona that we've been projecting in the past.

(WHAT!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama
Wherever we are, we adjust to and thrive off of turmoil and unexpected moments.

(AND I) tackle the track like it yapped my momma
I attack the music track with similar ferocity as if it purposely tried to disobey my own mother.

I've been branded, and labelled a bandit
I've developed a reputation and have been classified as an outlaw.

Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit
I'm trapped in a difficult circumstance, struggling to escape.

One motion, pull click ass clique
With a single motion, my gang's gun cocked and loaded, ready to shoot.

I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit
I'm complete and ready to face any challenge, you are insignificant and not up to par.

For y'all niggas thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless
For those who think I'm weak and lost my way, you are mistaken.

I'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit
I'm primarily focused on winning while also delivering quality music.

So, I slay y'all you get what you pay for
I am going to bring harm to you, exactly what you deserve for underestimating me.

We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga
We haven't lost the match, we are at a higher level and you can't see us.

Blow the horns on 'em
Make an announcement or signal a warning to them.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em
Reiterate the need to sound the alarm.