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