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Lil' O (born Ore Magnus Lawson on November 22, 1977) is a southern rapper, born in Lagos, Nigeria and raised in Southwest Houston, Texas. He is an original member of DJ Screw's Screwed Up Click. He was also known as O or Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze. His name references his height, at 5 feet tall.
His father was a doctor and Lil’ O and his four brothers and one sister had a middle class upbringing. His mother died from ovarian cancer when Lil’ O was 13 and suddenly his father’s strict Nigerian upbringing began to chase him to rebellion.
Soon after his mother’s death, Lil’ O began hanging in the streets with friends who were in the drug game, and he became addicted to the fast money that drug dealing brought in. “I got street fame, women, and a lot of money quickly and easily,” he says. Of course, he eventually got collared. After his arrest, his father kicked him out of the house and Lil’ O fell deeper into the lure of the drug game. While out on bond, he continued to sell drugs and was caught again. This time he attempted to swallow the evidence before the police could arrest him. He swallowed an ounce-and-a-half of crack cocaine and his lungs collapsed. He was put on life support and his father was told to prepare for his death. “It’s really a miracle that I woke up at all,” says Lil’ O. “I was breathing through tubes on my deathbed and I looked down and saw that my ankles were cuffed to the bed. I realized, if I recovered I was going to jail, and if I didn’t I was going to die.”
I'm tryin' drop science for ya man
Tell your herd shut the fuck up, now that's silence of the lambs
I'm an animal, I eat rappers, call me Hannibal
The track is crazy but I'm spittin ??low on a piano note??
You must be crazy, if you rhymin' wit me
Think I'm datin' Alicia the way I'm ruff rydin' these keys
Never trust a bitch enough to let her buy me some trees
Might let her get a puff if she down to get on her knees
I cause abuse to tracks, you ain't use to that
I got a AK flow you the deuce deuce of rap
It's double R my whole camps a bunch of ruthless cats
Throw you off the roof and be like where the proof is at?
We ball hard like 155th out at the Rucker
Keep talkin' shit, you won't see Next Friday like Chris Tucker (Is this what you want?)
It's the fake throwbacks, you ain't foolin' no one
You the type to drive out to New Jersey to cop a old one
Y'all rappers is sick, I got the antidote, and it's dope, tie your hands with rope,
Throw you overboard, make you abandon boat
With a backhanded blow I bandage folks, fuck a can of smoke,
Crack yo cantalope with a can of coke
You cipher thugs swear you got the biggest scrotums
Y'all nothin' but little bitches hidin' behind yo modems
You think you a big fish in the pond on the internet
Guess what big fish you can get caught in a net
Oh shit, what the fuck am I doin'?