The Triboro Big L (Ft. Fat Joe, O.C. & Remy Ma)

[Intro: O.C., Big L, Fat Joe]
Phenomenon O.C
Big L, 139, baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah, yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where them niggas don't talk no shit
Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click
Where the track stars come to warm up for a race
Blue and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin' off
I'm a model ho's wet dream, in her sleep
Performin' X-rated fuck scenes, me goin' deep
O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record
I'm like a man bein' honored at the Grammy awards
I pitch lines like fastballs, mush-out, rap my ass off
Knuckle gaze crumblin' your glass jaw
Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?
The Big Picture be the motherfuckin' theme, nigga!
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode

[Hook: Remi Martin, O.C., Remi Martin & O.C.]
Where Brooklyn at?!
Yo! B-K don't play!
Harlem World!
Where niggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
Where Brooklyn at?!
Yo! B-K don't play!
Harlem World!
Where niggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!