Shit Happens - O.G.C.

Thinking bout the shit that’s in my head, type

Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead

I gotta take a vacay, on some uncharted island pilot on the

Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say she say

But, forever jealous niggas still be beefin'

Ville still hit the curb cuff leaking

Kickin' it wit pop’s out back

Up in the Lincoln

Tricking on my baby mom’s

Now I’m dead stinking

He smacked me in the back of the head, «boy what you thinking?»

Word up, in my lex there’s only room for two Neeta

And Will that’s me and you, smoking weed with hash

We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new GS with the

Sixteen (16) inch mobo’s I had ta drop Neeta off pick up my dog

Henny, cause ho’s come a dime a dozen and we got plenty

Aiiyo shit’s to slow I gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow

So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with

The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny

In the cup, yo fill it up

Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door I had

To tell her to back off me

And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz’s, M-F-C tat’s

And blue contact lense’s

So I had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got me

Losing a few chest string’s but there it was in between the bass trebling

Off the hook that’s what you caughing

Yo' who the fuck is this?

Yo' is D-O

Word up im goin down to priority

What you goin down there for man

Like «urrrrrrrrrrr»

All the girls that I took to Canarsie Pier is in here

My niggas from Vanderveer is in here

My niggas from every were is in here

Brownsvilli just don’t care we up in here

I was on my way to New Lots after that the weed spot

Don’t buy the dutch’s cause I don’t wanna get busted

By a crooked copper cause that shit aiint proper

Creep and hide the stash tell him you from jamacia

Will the cop believe me or will he do me dirty take me

To the system and say I tried to diss, but he told me calmly

Get back in ya' car B move away slowly and pretend you never

Saw, you can bet I did just that I didn’t even look back I had

Twelve (12) dime’s and a QP in the back I enough start a party

I even bible study wit Starang and Henny smoking on a Bob

Marly, as if you didn’t no it was the ten (10) second mover

Steppin cluthches to this song take me home

All my niggas from rock v-way is up in here

My niggas from west v-way is up in here

My niggas from spencer ave.

is up in here

Even chicks that didn’t get dicked yet they up in here

All my new laus niggas yo they up in here

All my east New York niggas yo they up in here

All my Georgia avenue niggas yo they up in here

Aiiyo all my money making niggas aiiyo they up in here