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    Organized rhyme gangsta connected, from ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected
    Feared and rejected, rhymes perfected, no need for a none
    Holy ghost protected, it's the don of the rap clique, don't trip
    Spit lyrical rhymes that reach 'em killas and the convicts, Piru's, B-doggs
    And 'em shaw crips and street pimps with these West coast bomb hits
    12 years strong, still cant see my clique, sick with the spit
    Tell them prayer haters, get a grip, and don't trip, this a brand apocalypse
    Two double O three, aint no stoppin' this, from California to the projects of the boogie down
    We infamous for bringing that gospel God-core sound, you cant see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E.
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    Yall cant see these G's, playas and ridas from the ORC,we the dopest clique
    There ever gone be, straight up out of the dirty bay, ohh wee, Cali hits is what we bring
    Nuttin' less only the best from the west, so get up out of your seat
    Baby and let me see you do the gospel boogie.
    Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po, or hydros with no struts in tha low-low
    Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin, I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin'
    Find a catch a thrashin, and if then asking, tell em Bone said it
    Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical weapon, calling the paramedics
    Ya'll cant see us like a cheetah in the jungle, you're all bark, we're all bite, ready to rumble

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