[Verse 1: Big L]
I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch
This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth
When your wife see me, she don't know how to act
So don't be mad when I blow out her back, for real
Your whole crew's a bunch of poo-butts
Made a few bucks, date a few sluts
Then y'all started runnin' your lips a little too much
Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low
Chickens sweat me wherever I go
Me and O.C. be in the Lex
Cartier specs, Nautica sweats, Gore-Tex
With Presidentials on, full of baguettes
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I want a gold plaque, can I get a soul clap?
Some cats be cold wack
You got the lye? Well, brother, roll that!
And if it won't get me high, then hold that!
I'mma cop me a 6, and cruise through the block with your trick
I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd, dictatin' shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic
Scoldin', bringin' somatic to this rap shit
Bona fide mic set, you can't see me on it
Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live a life and die, but 'til then
I'mma keep on writin' slick rhymes with the pen
I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent
Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis
Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
Tearin' it up when it comes to me pickin' up this cordless
One of New York's finest
On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
Bringin' out the best in me
We formulatin' like a recipe
Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff
Bestow my presence
Then I'm divine like the seven
Keepin' it tight, 'cause what I suffice is raw, nigga
It's only right
I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch
This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth
When your wife see me, she don't know how to act
So don't be mad when I blow out her back, for real
Your whole crew's a bunch of poo-butts
Made a few bucks, date a few sluts
Then y'all started runnin' your lips a little too much
Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low
Chickens sweat me wherever I go
Me and O.C. be in the Lex
Cartier specs, Nautica sweats, Gore-Tex
With Presidentials on, full of baguettes
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I want a gold plaque, can I get a soul clap?
Some cats be cold wack
You got the lye? Well, brother, roll that!
And if it won't get me high, then hold that!
I'mma cop me a 6, and cruise through the block with your trick
I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd, dictatin' shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic
Scoldin', bringin' somatic to this rap shit
Bona fide mic set, you can't see me on it
Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live a life and die, but 'til then
I'mma keep on writin' slick rhymes with the pen
I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent
Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis
Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
Tearin' it up when it comes to me pickin' up this cordless
One of New York's finest
On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
Bringin' out the best in me
We formulatin' like a recipe
Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff
Bestow my presence
Then I'm divine like the seven
Keepin' it tight, 'cause what I suffice is raw, nigga
It's only right
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