featuring Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx)

*chorus*

[BK] Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?

[OC] The Gusto is comin home with me

Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?

[BK] The Gusto is comin home with me

Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?

[OC] The Gusto is comin home with me

Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?

[BK] The Gusto is comin home with me

[both] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me

Rrrrahhhh!

Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles

Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?

Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?

Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?

And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated

My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these

So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies

I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like

I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you

what I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with

F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks

I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe

This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal

When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do

Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage

like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets

Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this

It's mad niggaz that be thinkin they nice with they flow

It's mad niggaz that be frontin like they holdin some dough

It's mad niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show

They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe

Niggaz try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta

fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usi