OG Muzik

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
DJ Paul!
I'm an OG dirty south nigga, that's a true fact
26 years in this game, I didn't [?]
[?] got my first [?]
With my Oscar in the cup, [?]
[?] most underrated nigga in the game
A skeliton sinner [?] with a Christion name
I made the whole world screaming yeah ho
Pimp nigga, made my ex bitch eat my new ho
That's how a nigga do it on the southside
Better listen to a mac, or get a black eye
Gotta keep some extra bitches on stand by
Cause these days hoes pimpin hoes, and they getting by

[Verse 2: AR-AB]
I se the fork in the road, but I kept going
They shot my car up with a 30, it just kept going
I see my aunt strung out in the crack house
I told her never come back, but she kept going
There's money on my head, I still sleep good
Never had a record deal, but I eat good
[?] speak hood
I'm tryna stuff 3 grams up in each wood
[?] mom pray at night, that I make it home
She said AB, leave the streets, won't you make a song?
[?] tryna make a song
[?] small Glock till the break of dawn
When my dreams come true with my make a wish
I let my family gon eat if I take a prick
14 on the block tryna take a shift
Hustle in the bathroom when I take a shit

[Verse 3: Dark Lo]
This is [?] to your eyes, [?] lies
My piece of the pie, it's the reper in disguise
I got all white on, I got all my rights wrong
Niggas got tights on, [?] mic's on
You can have it
[?]
It's over for you, got the drop, Imma [?] on you
[?] throw some shitup on you
Dark Lo and AR-AB, this is not normal
No money, no conversation
Time is up, homie, what's the combonation?
All you niggas talking shit, what's the situation?
Pastries in the oven, that's the shit I'm baking
I got a mag in my raincoat
I let it rain on you, don't get drained though
I'm off the Perkasits, I might change clothes
Get money, [?]