O.C.: Let it slide

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 I let it slide, I let it slip on by Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye When I'm flowing with my girl I feel it the most Beef coming so close like a champagne toast On the train, in the city, down the way Down her way, I take it upon myself and say niggas is gay What you trying to prove? Can't move him out and with a stare But when a brother pull a trunk and sink it ain't fair Two wrongs don't make a right But the philosophy of a fight, fella Used to prolong you life, I Rolled like it was enemy Why would you pretend to be Some motherfucker men is to fight to kill Kenney, I Be rappin' son's trying flamboyant and Put on a smurf 'cause you staring is annoying and No matter how much I try to avoid noise from feeling in with bad day Starring in my grill again Or try to hypnotize with the eye starring Retinified be tearsful, to your family lives a day No fronting because you couldn't stop my glock so Time ran out 'cause you punch your own glock I let it slide, I let it slip on by Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye