Officially Deep - Can't Be O.D.

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Uploaded by on Nov 3, 2009

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Man that nigga trying to be O.D., he ain't nothin, ima get my gun free, and they'll will see

Kwik Bone:
A masked crusader, only objective is the paper, get in my way, have you breathin like darth vader, od ain't haters, we mutha fuckin busta slayers, you got a record like 06 raiders, except you ain't win at all, to me ya take ya fall, muffled shots in the back of the bar, i ain't so tall, standing at 5 foot 6, but got 4 clips that rip and eject in ya chest, ive forgotten the rest, never mind there all hidden across Texas, you bet this dude, got the shit for you, but i ain't sell crack, i bust back, got the double 2's, stack my cash rack, and blast a mutha fucka that makes the wrong move, respect my do's, yeah i'll pop you fools, but soon the dunes is a new place to toss the goons, victims wrapped in concoons, enemies get shriveled like prunes, i'll go back in time and kill you in the womb, cause i got shit that go boom boom, no shows is what you call a person with no toes, they can't walk, man they can't sleep, so fuckin paranoid, that my boys on the creep, don't listen to bitches, not feeling ya flow, no love for the snitches, cause i put em in holes, just to get the riches, you gotta jack the gold, i got my niches, and if you don't know? now you'll know em

Chorus x2:
These niggaz wanna be O.D. x4
Too bad, you never can be...

Slikk-C:
Word to killaz, im makin more figures, then your local drug dealers, shit is realla, stickin littles with penessilin, god willin, I'll make it up out here, even if I got to start killin. Trying to say that you know me, homie, your phony, so blow me, roll with my homie who packs that mac smoky, hydro with the Sobe, then we off to kill several, meddlin kids, blew they lids like a meth addicts biz in their house, you know who this is, have you runnin like a mouse, you got caught up in some shit, in tha riva where they found ya rippin rounds all up and down ya, mutilated nigga hating now in a dumpstas where ya layin, stayin, kb and slik be reloadin keepin it up all day, another round of niggas slayed. restin in my baggy pants, stayin in the thug stance, od ain't scared to put em in an ambulance

Chorus x2:
These niggaz wanna be O.D. x4
Too bad, you never can be...

Kwik Bone:
Im more juicy then biggie, my mental is witty, and for the niggaz that are kiddies, the 50 with no pity in an alley in the city, respect my principles, leavin many holes, murda rate im blastin the poles, i pierce through vests like an unknown assassin, come into the battle just straight out blastin, my same old fashion, my pashion for this rappin, will put you in past tense, jackin money and all cents, mackin hunnies with strong scents, my gunny thinks its funny when its tearin up ya tummy, haters blood is very runny, you ain't takin nothin from me, thugs blood is nothin but thick, giving props to the chrome four fifth spit, im lickin these shells, while you fuckaz is lying in hell, tracing bullets from head to the pelv, losers like you are to born to fail, our guns is cocked, ak's they get hot, its wise to back off, cause im packed and ready to clap the glock off, get down get down, on the ground the shots were found, bitch don't lounge cause were not fucking around, keep size and all pounds to inject to the clowns, od will always remain crowned

Chorus x2:
These niggaz wanna be O.D. x4
Too bad, you never can be...

Slikk-C:
When we loading up the guns, yo, we're ill with skill, and when I'm blastin at your family then they all get killed. When i come in blastin, this is not a drill, my mission is blood spill and splitin any punks that said they were real, I suggest you put the vest on your chest, cus I express the word with the bird, expect nothin less, orders carried out with no regret, when they come back done, they expect a check. Ones that are sloppy, I slice their necks. The price is death. Any other threats provoke the tec, you thought you could survive on OD's level of excellence, your attempt to jump the fence, ended when the dogs were thrown off the scent..

Chorus x3:
These niggaz wanna be O.D. x4
Too bad, you never can be...

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  • shit kwik this is gettin hot as fuck yo keep spittin

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