Ov Lyrics

Ov lyrics

Album: Choices

 

 (feat. Lord Infamous)

 

 

 [Lord Infamous - talking]

 Yeah, Lord Infamous ,back in this thang, the scarecrow, keyser soze 

 You know in memphis, we got this lil saying, when somebody tryna cross then


 flodgin, high cappin' 

 We got this lil thing we call OV nigga, that means its over

 

 [Lord Infamous]

 Fuck with this super thug and get drugged

 Sweep your bodyparts under the rug

 Burry this butcher knife deep in yo guts

 Make you a nice warm blanket of mud

 You fools aint learned to see the rear burn

 Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned

 You have been advised dont fuck with wise guys

 Hypnotize Rydaz 4,5 clips surprize

 I know your click is full of wussies

 When you walk by you smell like pussies

 You niggaz aint killa to fuck with godzilla

 Monsters, Villans fo real and cap peelaz

 Perpetrate ,tough ,and get fucked up quick

 Whipped like a bitch and shot in the dick

 Infamous, And your neck I will Squeeze boy

 Come play wit me, ull see its OV, Over

 

 [Hook x2]

 Wanna run up on me its OV

 Test the H C to the P its OV

 Get these bullets on GP its On Me

 Better drop down to your knees its OV

 

 [Lord Infamous]

 So all you niggaz join gangs because your weak alone

 Catch you by yo self yo ass ol' get gone

 Run up in the door high jack you in yo home

 Tie your ass up and beat ya wit the phone

 You dont wanna feel the force of the tone

 Smack ya in the face and crack your jaw bone

 Hit this cocaine and do yo ass wrong

 Like a 1 in 1, put 2 to yo dome

 Glock, Smith and Wessen, Luga and Rugaaa

 Will make sure you have no future

 Cock back the hammer and close your pupils

 Lord wit the sword is very crucial

 Hands in the air yo ass best not move

 Dont make me walk on yo ass wit these boots 

 Lord of the hood, I got the crossbolt

 Bulls eye bitch arrow in yo throat

 

 [Hook 2x]

 

 [Lord Infamous]

 Beat,Rob, Break, Murder, Erase

 Dont run, there-is-no-escape

 Bullets-hit-you right in the face

 Im-not-scared-to catch a case

 Slugz, hoes, blood- all on yo clothes

 Who'll die next

 Nobody Knows

 Insain- mane -takin a drain

 Bitch I-will-empty-yo vains

 I -do -not -feel -no- remorse

 Blow-your-mammy ass off the porch

 Slap-yo-punk-ass-all-around

 You-got-2 days-to leave town

 Niggaz-got-they-dick in the dust

 Style-kick-and shot the fuck up

 45s, 9s, and the grenades

 Blow-yo-bitch-right off the stage

 

 [Hook 2x]

 OV Nigga, Over [4x]