It's like many knuckeheads who want to do the eye to eye contact

Not knowing O.C. is ready for combat

I tried to ignore the son with the advacant attitude

Stick in my face for gratitude yeah

Just the other night on the train

Me my cousin Boo was on our way up to club Galaloo

I kind of had a fight so we took our 25's and that

We had juice with the bouncer on the inside

Mad Jamaicans faking nigga fronting knowing they're Americans

We fronted us off from the embarrasing

Some old poor face fellow try to star me in the eye and give a wammy

He almost caught a grammy

Just when I was about to reach for my glock

And saw cousin Boo whispered to me yo!

"O O let it slide"

It ain't worth smoking a minute worth of lead

So to break the tension I

Broke him in the head

I let it slide, I let it slip on by

Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye

New day same shit occured in this time

I was asked what I was looking at not knowing he was grassed

This spark the beef and

I was gonna finish it off but turns out

This nigga was soft he got

Afraid from the way about the stance glancing to my left and right

Put a basket a man insight

He'll see the whole thing if I decide to do a buckwild move

So what I turn it in shall I choose, ha!

Fire my steel and take the chance

Of being bagged and ship up north for a long long ?

I ain't for it so I flash the cloud

He saw the nickle plate

Almost having a day to die

I wonder why

Chumps want to pick on I

They be like setting it off

And I be letting it slide

I don't know what they be seeing

But one time in a conflict

I flip, turn into an unstable human being