Organized rhyme gangsta connected, from ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected Feared and rejected, rhymes perfected, no need for a none Holy ghost protected, it's the don of the rap clique, don't trip Spit lyrical rhymes that reach 'em killas and the convicts, Piru's, B-doggs And 'em shaw crips and street pimps with these West coast bomb hits 12 years strong, still cant see my clique, sick with the spit Tell them prayer haters, get a grip, and don't trip, this a brand apocalypse Two double O three, aint no stoppin' this, from California to the projects of the boogie down We infamous for bringing that gospel God-core sound, you cant see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E.
Chorus Yall cant see these G's, playas and ridas from the ORC,we the dopest clique There ever gone be, straight up out of the dirty bay, ohh wee, Cali hits is what we bring Nuttin' less only the best from the west, so get up out of your seat Baby and let me see you do the gospel boogie.
Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po, or hydros with no struts in tha low-low Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin, I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin' Find a catch a thrashin, and if then asking, tell em Bone said it Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical weapon, calling the paramedics Ya'll cant see us like a cheetah in the jungle, you're all bark, we're all bite, ready to rumble
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