NorthSideBoyz - O.G Lyrics

NsideB
Aye NSB finna hit a lick on the beat, Pow
Aye I ain't no cap rapper but I do cap sometimes you feel me
Haha
Ayo we put the North on the map for real, aye
Skrt, Skrt, Aye, Aye

These niggas be cappin'
I just be rappin'
When it comes to the shootin' they know I'm a savage man look at my sticks
But I'm with the shit
No Smith and Wesson my hip
Cookin up bars in the mix
Hop in the coupe and we gon' do the dash
Broke niggas that be talkin' bout cash
Aye

I'm makin' moves like the Flash
Knuckles is brass
Smoking on gas got this green like it's grass
Goin' up fast
Sit yo' ass down like you pray at the mass
I run it up
On the come up
We f*ck it up
Blow up a bag in the truck
Finna get rich like the tails of the duck
Say they want beef well I don't give a f*ck

Yo J slow down the flow
Niggas ain't ready we always on go
Still on my shit and I stay on the low
They steal my drip cuz I'm fly like a crow
Yuh aye we let 'em know
M-T-L made yeah I'm used to the snow
Manz got the drip so you best learn to row
You'll read in a class when i sell out a show

These niggas be cappin'
I just be rappin'
When it comes to the shootin' they know I'm a savage man look at my sticks
But I'm with the shit
No Smith and Wesson my hip
Cookin up bars in the mix
Hop in the coupe and we gon' do the dash
Same niggas that be talkin' bout cash
Aye

Choppas on choppas on choppas
Hit the feets cuz we take all yo' guala
Feel like I'm Future I f*ck up some commas
My vision all clear no scope on my lama
Tote up my glock and I shoot shit like Curry
Soon as I hit him his vision get blurry
A nigga switch lanes i ain't talkin' bout Tory
I run up yo' money and it's end of the story
Aye
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
Throw bands in the air
Do not compare
Ice on my ear you get blind by the glare
Grind in my lair
Unsigned I don't care
Shine like a flare she ain't mine I don't care
Streamlined the squares
Headline like Pierre
Hop out the ghost and I'm reborn
Feeling so fly I'm like Airborn

Yuh aye
Sit on my throne
This ain't a freestyle but it's straight out the dome
F*ck all this drama I stay in my zone
I don't need help I got me on my own
Money callin' keep on ringing my phone
Locked in the booth till its 4 in the morn'
Hop on the track and the flow is so vicious
Talk down on me he gon' leave with some stitches

Aye bitch
Grind for the riches
Young and ambitious
Manz got drip like he swim with the fishes
Ice like the fridges
Bars gettin' served like we cleaning up dishes
Yeah you know the vibes
Pull up on manz and they stayin' inside
Manz got popped from where I reside
For the fam yeah I'm tryna provide

These niggas be cappin'
I just be rappin'
And when it comes to the shootin' they know im a savage man look at my sticks
But I'm with the shit
No smith and wesson my hip
Cookin up bars in the mix
Hop in the coupe and we gon' do the dash
Same niggas that be talkin' bout' cash
Aye

Aye aye I put 30 on the beat
Aye wait, how much you put?
Maybe like 50 or some
Uh I grind on the paper chase
Skrrt aye