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O.G.
by Irv Gotti
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[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has now entered the building
[Black Child]
Get ya hands up! its like money's fallin from the ceiling
Understand us! Nigga it's hard to touch a million
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his life
We're a customed to ice, guns grams and dice
And bitches that go both ways like hazard lights
[Charli Baltimore]
We the underdog niggas but we can't be touched
So why'all motherfuckahs better ante up
Cause everything we drop, is platinum plus (yo, whattup!!)
Show me, You're an O.G.
[Repeat: x2]
[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key like a {O.G.}
Go roll he's OD by a {O.G.}
Marvin Gay, Quincy dog, that's a {O.G.}
Billy Holiday, Cassius Clay that's a {O.G.}
Black Child nigga, I'm respected like a {O.G.}
Check my jail record I'm connected like {O.G.}
If you don't know, now you know,
Snakes high, gras low, let's go!
Nigga I step in the boot with bitches
Ever since the Murder album hear the Inc. in every city
Ever since a nigga been, be in the system
It's sickening how Black Child make white people listen
We different and why'all niggas is all the same
Ya think when I ball is a game, get dumped in a hole of flames
I'ma show you what they call pain, in the eyes of O.G.
Go Nas, you as young as OD
[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has now entered the building
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has now entered the building
[Black Child]
Get ya hands up! its like money's fallin from the ceiling
Understand us! Nigga it's hard to touch a million
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his life
We're a customed to ice, guns grams and dice
And bitches that go both ways like hazard lights
[Charli Baltimore]
We the underdog niggas but we can't be touched
So why'all motherfuckahs better ante up
Cause everything we drop, is platinum plus (yo, whattup!!)
Show me, You're an O.G.
[Repeat: x2]
[Black Child]
Yo man money, he funny, he a dummy, he ain't a {O.G.}
He gangsta, but he holy, might be a {O.G.}
High profile but low key like a {O.G.}
Go roll he's OD by a {O.G.}
Marvin Gay, Quincy dog, that's a {O.G.}
Billy Holiday, Cassius Clay that's a {O.G.}
Black Child nigga, I'm respected like a {O.G.}
Check my jail record I'm connected like {O.G.}
If you don't know, now you know,
Snakes high, gras low, let's go!
Nigga I step in the boot with bitches
Ever since the Murder album hear the Inc. in every city
Ever since a nigga been, be in the system
It's sickening how Black Child make white people listen
We different and why'all niggas is all the same
Ya think when I ball is a game, get dumped in a hole of flames
I'ma show you what they call pain, in the eyes of O.G.
Go Nas, you as young as OD
[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has now entered the building
