I'm Duck Down even when I'm by myself I'm Boot Camp Clik even when I'm by I'm Fab 5 when I'm by myself I'm O.G.C. even when I'm by
Husk, husk,
that ass up like a poster Got niggas out and not sure who be Eshkoshka They don't know ya so I can't see why they start ya
It's a shame Strang, got more aim an archer M.P. Rock prepare my ship for departure Beat these young boys ass and 'em run and get they fathers get dropped from the hip hop culture
It's the ultra Mc fly a vulture 1,2, I through on the humble Beast from the call me king of the jungle Beast from the east, beast from the east, from the east
Strang comin' like a hurricane shots Strang comin' like a hurricane shots Strang comin' a hurricane lickin' shots Strang like a hurricane lickin' shots I roar like a grizzly they say, "Damn, he gets busy"
I be Grand like Puba but I move wit' Dru Ha Puts the B in hoo-ya, Strang through ya Scream halleluiah but it still won't ya Run from OGC and get by Heltah Skeltah
to the other side, run for cover hide And you still wouldn't be even if I let 'em slide ain't baseball, I waste y'all, ask no question Attack from the back from the black 'N Wessun
I be rubbishin', any that claims they be bubbilin' Get ass capped Like them niggas they be handlin' my publishin' I be lovin' when rappers
Question my status when my be the phattest Add you can ask my man the Big Kahuna make you say yaow like Junior You warned, the storm's in the atmosphere
Move over room Gunn Clappaz here 'Cause it's ill how I kick skill wit' the force No when I leave ya chokin' off the exhaust Of course, who else could it be but Mr. Who'll hit that ass from every angle, they really wanna tangle
Strang comin' a hurricane lickin' shots comin' like a hurricane lickin' shots Strang comin' like a hurricane lickin' comin' like a hurricane lickin' shots When I roar like a they say, "Damn, he gets busy"
Ay yo Strang, whassup, You should let 'em exactly why you be number 1 I don't they understand
First of all Strang first and foremost My first instinct would be to burn y'all wack like toast Fuck the day of school, I'm on 1st Ave At the First National Bank so I could fly class
And I be the in line that ass before I even kick to kick my first rhyme I'm in the Hall like Aaron L's all day First command mister, the fat broads away
Fresh fly, O.G.C. be the by lai wit' my nigga Tek out of Bed-Stuy Then I come wit' the wickedness Who be kickin' this, Strang, I light shit up like
Strang comin' like a hurricane lickin' Strang comin' like a hurricane lickin' Strang comin' like a lickin' shots comin' like a hurricane lickin' shots When I roar a grizzly they say, "Damn, he gets busy"