[Verse 1: O.C.]
It’s like many knuckleheads who wander to the eye-to-eye contact
Not knowin' O.C.’s ready for combat
I try to ignore the sons with a arrogant attitude
Mistakin' my face for gratitude, yeah
Just the other night, on the train, me, my cousin Boo
Was on the way up to Club Callaloo
I kinda had a vibe, so we took our 25's and, uh
We had juice with the bouncers on the inside
Mad Jamaican-fakin' niggas frontin', knowin' they American
Me frontin'? The sauce would be embarrassin'
Some old poor-faced fella tried to stare me in the eye and give a whammy
He almost caught a blammy
Just when I was about to reach for my Clyde
Cousin Boo whispered to me, “Yo, O, let it slide”
It ain’t worth smokin' a man, ain’t worth the lead
So to break the tension, I broke him in the head
[Chorus: O.C. + Pharoahe Monch + O.C. & Pharoahe Monch]
I let it slide (I let it slide), I let it slip on by
I let it slide (I let it slide), I let it slip on by
I let it slide (I let it slide), yeah, I let it slip on by
Givin' you one last try to kill it with the eyes
[Verse 2: O.C.]
New day, same shit occurrin', this time, I was asked
What I was looking at, not knowin' he was grassed
He sparked the beef and I was gonna finish it off
It turns out this nigga was soft
He got ‘fraid from the way about my stance, glancin' to my left and right
But nearby stood a man in sight
He’ll see the whole thing if I decide to do a buckwild move
So what alternatives shall I choose, huh?
Fire my steel and take the chance of me bein' bagged?
Or shipped up north for a long, long bad?
Nah, I ain’t for it, so I flashed the Clyde
He saw the nickel-plate, almost havin' a date to die
I wondered why chumps wanna pick on I?
They be like settin' it off, and I be lettin' it slide
I don’t know what they be seein'
But one time in a conflict I flipped, turned into an unstable human being
It’s like many knuckleheads who wander to the eye-to-eye contact
Not knowin' O.C.’s ready for combat
I try to ignore the sons with a arrogant attitude
Mistakin' my face for gratitude, yeah
Just the other night, on the train, me, my cousin Boo
Was on the way up to Club Callaloo
I kinda had a vibe, so we took our 25's and, uh
We had juice with the bouncers on the inside
Mad Jamaican-fakin' niggas frontin', knowin' they American
Me frontin'? The sauce would be embarrassin'
Some old poor-faced fella tried to stare me in the eye and give a whammy
He almost caught a blammy
Just when I was about to reach for my Clyde
Cousin Boo whispered to me, “Yo, O, let it slide”
It ain’t worth smokin' a man, ain’t worth the lead
So to break the tension, I broke him in the head
[Chorus: O.C. + Pharoahe Monch + O.C. & Pharoahe Monch]
I let it slide (I let it slide), I let it slip on by
I let it slide (I let it slide), I let it slip on by
I let it slide (I let it slide), yeah, I let it slip on by
Givin' you one last try to kill it with the eyes
[Verse 2: O.C.]
New day, same shit occurrin', this time, I was asked
What I was looking at, not knowin' he was grassed
He sparked the beef and I was gonna finish it off
It turns out this nigga was soft
He got ‘fraid from the way about my stance, glancin' to my left and right
But nearby stood a man in sight
He’ll see the whole thing if I decide to do a buckwild move
So what alternatives shall I choose, huh?
Fire my steel and take the chance of me bein' bagged?
Or shipped up north for a long, long bad?
Nah, I ain’t for it, so I flashed the Clyde
He saw the nickel-plate, almost havin' a date to die
I wondered why chumps wanna pick on I?
They be like settin' it off, and I be lettin' it slide
I don’t know what they be seein'
But one time in a conflict I flipped, turned into an unstable human being
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