Ten years ago I used to listen to Stevie H's flow Talkin' bout the way He knew the best forwards yo I liked how that s*** was goin' down Believed that garbage though So I tried to write rhymes Somethin' like them, my boys said, "That ain't you Matty That s*** sounds like him So I sat back, looked at the team Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure Facts. Motherf*****s got scared Cause they was talking s*** who would tell it how it really was? Who dared? A motherf***** from the Sankey bridges WA5 South Central fool Where the lads all know the bitches When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the Mornin' That was the real s*** O.G. Origi's the Gangster When He wrote about Le Tallec Someone always died When He mentioned Sinama Yo I knew He lied, He lived a life of crime Why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know that Djibril Ain't no hardcore player from the streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics Over hardcore drum beats a little different But no carnage no! Just another French failure Drop ya on death row Cause anybody who saw him Knows that he was blowin' On the blood-soaked fast track That invincible s*** don't work Throw in Diouf You'll be comin' out feet first So I need another playa Somewhere more east side Talking bout Belgium But the science is always Walloon Put the kid in the box The goal gettin scored Forget le gems That was so much bull s*** This kid got it Loan him back so he can learn s*** O.G. Origi's the Gangster
