| [Big L] | |
| Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs | |
| Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever | |
| Word up, it's time to let these punk niggas know | |
| We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out | |
| Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high | |
| I'm out buying the finest things money can buy | |
| Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke | |
| Chipping in for 10 dollar bags of smoke | |
| All on my back because of the fame and the wealth | |
| You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself | |
| Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat | |
| I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet | |
| And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street | |
| I swear you never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet | |
| If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up | |
| Put your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up | |
| Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up | |
| Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed | |
| Turn your trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread | |
| Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butt-head | |
| [O.C.] | |
| To the tic tic and you don't quit | |
| Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit | |
| Being broke is a bitch, y'all | |
| There's no such thing as quit, y'all | |
| As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x) | |
| True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talking out their mouth slick | |
| Mad cause they bitches is all on our dick | |
| Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne | |
| We sip, jealous of the ice on my wrist | |
| We pop Don and Crys, no less | |
| Hard pressed motherfuckers chipping in for White Star Moet | |
| Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us | |
| At the end of the night, all the hoes want to sex us | |
| While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls | |
| You face the song, "You'll Never Find" Lou Rawls, shit | |
| I don't fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet | |
| Be bumming and not surviving the streets | |
| Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later | |
| Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers | |
| Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper | |
| Instead of going out like Pushead & Black, straight up | |
| To the tic tic and you don't quit | |
| Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit | |
| Being broke is a bitch, y'all | |
| There's no such thing as quit, y'all | |
| As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x) | |
| [Big L] | |
| Check it, my shit is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash | |
| I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat's trash | |
| I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up | |
| When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff | |
| [O.C.] | |
| No doubt we're souped up, African as fuck | |
| Niggas can't touch what we're holding when it comes to the buck | |
| I push the double R, ride through the city like a star | |
| Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard | |
| [Big L] | |
| I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up | |
| But first I'm a smack this bitch up cause she's flash my six up | |
| I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up | |
| Fronting on me, y'all niggas got nothing on me | |
| [O.C.] | |
| Yo let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom | |
| Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome | |
| Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown | |
| Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone | |
| To the tic tic and you don't quit | |
| Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit | |
| Being broke is a bitch, y'all | |
| There's no such thing as quit, y'all | |
| As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x) | |
| [Diamond] | |
| I be up in the cut, up in some guts | |
| While you home busy stuck in a rut | |
| And wonder why you keep fucking it up | |
| I got your whole crew sucking it up | |
| And pussy cats ain't nothing but butt | |
| Better go back to cutting it up, putting it up | |
| Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt | |
| Measuring off brown niggas while I'm trucking it up | |
| And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck | |
| I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga | |
| You never fall off, cause I move sweet nigga | |
| Street nigga, but I can talk to the whitey | |
| Push seven buttons and organized an all-nighty | |
| Sons call me "almighty" cause I'm nice with mine | |
| Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes | |
| Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind | |
| Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge, uh |
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