The Union - OC's Connects lyrics

[O.C.] The f** is up? [Nast] Yeah n***a [O.C.] Gotta let these n***as know, knahmsayin? [Nast] Crooklyn baby, we're talkin BIG bucks here hah? [O.C.] Word up.. n***as comin with that penny ante sh** ? Turn the beat up a little too, in my headphones [Nast] Nickel and dime a** n***as, word up [O.C.] Yeah, yo I'm comin from Brooklyn, NY, where the sneak thieves hawk And the dreads sell potentest skunk that make you cough Where the Glocks go to war tryin to lay down laws Resortin to any means, leavin you never no more Ass-whippin wild like coke-sniffin (fiends flippin) Dice roll, a** bets, arguments (gas spittin) Opposite s** admire when you cruise right by her In the projects (Rolex on the wrists in the Lex) Cats on the benches like army n***as in the trenches Concentration camp like barbed wire fences Hittin the jukes, crooks with hard looks Ice cold starin at ya, tryin to get ya shook f** all the bullsh**, n***as gotta keep a full clip From Bed-Stuy to Fort Greene to Bushwick [U-Nast] Y'all know my gat stay sick Nasty cough with a spit Whatever I hit, guaranteed I leave it torn and ripped They'll probably dig that stitch, you probably wig that snitched After that, get on the phone and drop a line to your b**h Word is he sick? Tell her what we did to your click Hand hugs the gun, gun hugs the clip You get your a** smoked, neck choked, leg broke, no joke And I don't give a f** who supplyin your coke [O.C.] Thug chemist with your man on the side as apprentice Young guns stand watch for the beast, the arch-nemis', dig it Brook-? will forever drop bombs Connec-tion, the tight ties with Un-ion Organized Rhymes we shine, ATL connec-tion Phenomen' O.C. is on, what? f**in with us is like truly poor judgement U-Nast spit it that he be about the thug sh** Price to pay send you on your merry way Brooklyn run sh** n***a, have a nice day