作曲 : Walt Dewgarde/Jack McNair/B. Powell/D. Yates
[Verse 1: Louieville Sluggah]
Smack, and when you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s the quiet riot storming in the center
(No doubt) Do it like this and like that
Put the change in the streets from fists to gats
Feeling loosey goosey off the liquor, can’t shut these lips up
Never slip up, but on point just like a stick-up
I’ll shoot my gift to your gut like a jail jux
And run my line up your spine like a blind book
Shook crooked booked
Ain’t no time for joking, provoke this like gun smoke
Some nice and hoping, soaked in acid
Eating, can be that bastard, Eleven thirty fire, sound burn asses to ashes

[Verse 2: Top Dog (Starang Wondah)]
Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu
(Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that
Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah
I race to the new unknown
No one is home, so I relax my chrome
Temporarily until I come face-to-face with these
Fake-ass slackers who try to bury we
You better be mentally, physically fit
‘Cause O.G.C. comes equipped for your lip
No flapping, having heart attacks when we’re coming through
Your back door, and you still asking for more
Of Top Dog, but you don’t really want no more
They all fall, and they all spoiled

[Verse 3: Starang Wondah]
(Booyah!) And when you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s the beast from the East, don’t enter
(No doubt) Do it up like this and that
Make the change in the streets, like, from fists to gats
Niggas don’t be knowing what be going
On when I be flowing wilder than Samoans
Bitches get dissed because they Miss like Jones
When it’s my turn to throw, you get hit with stones
Now I guess your whole crew’s under pressure
Don’t mess around with the sarge, man, I’m Large like Professor
Spots blown—run for cover, it’s just another
Boot Camp bomb, sound the alarm, I’m with Sluggah

[Hook: Starang Wondah]
(Everything is real) AKA the nature
(Everything is real) What we call it? Nature
(Everything is real) AKA the nature
(Everything is real) O.G.C. call it nature

[Verse 4: Louieville Sluggah]
When I ran around town, doing things I did
Bucking shots at them criminal kids
Many tried to infiltrate through my mind state
But my mate, the lye break kept my ****ing mind straight
Bitches get put up, and punks shot down
Frowns on their faces when them niggas draw the trey pounds
Clowns front, act like they don’t know
But O.G.C. agrees that that’s a no-no
Crying, whining like that Lion
Far from bows, so hop your ass on that ****ing Yellow Road
Sewn up from the toes up, emcees get no leeway
(O.G.C.’ll split ya three-ways)

[Verse 5: Top Dog]
From the parts unknown, I have sparked and blown any punk
Who wan' test, or any marked with the chrome
It is known that my style increases
Like the deficit, you’re best to get out of my face, I’m on some next shit
Yes, it gets hectic like Chill Rob, Ill squad
Who pull the cards on retards
We scar (Who?) anybody, and make niggas wanna party
So don’t act rowdy ‘cause, in this room it’s mad cloudy
Now we walk around with the Glock and the pound, G

[Verse 6: Starang Wondah]
And you knows that there’s no stopping Fab 5, Ruck and Rocking
Originoo Gunns make other crews run like stockings
Hype when the mic’s inside my control
Tighten up my grip so I won’t fold
Wetting niggas, I’ll play too much, I’ll leave ‘em damp
I’m the champ (Starang) you know from the Boot Camp
The illest, obsolete fleet from PJ’s
Gunn Clappa Numba One (Number one DJs)
From the beginning, niggas knew they wasn’t winning
Ninety-now is the ending of them niggas that’s pretending

[Hook: Louieville Sluggah, Top Dog, and Starang Wondah]
When you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s the Originoo Gunn Clappaz—don’t enter
No doubt, do it like this and like that
Put your change in the streets from fists to gats
Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu
(Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that
Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah
Bitch, please, and when you hear that, then ya
Know that it’s that nigga Starang, don’t enter
(No doubt) Do it up like this and that
Wondering where all my niggas from Brooklyn at