[Verse 1: Big L]
Check it
When I'm onstage you niggas know whose mic this is
Sport the presidential Rol' full of ice-eses
My name it ring a bid-ell, I'm hot as hid-ell
I live swid-ell, how could you mention Harlem and forget L?
Me and you can get it on, and we'll see who gets shitted on
You tried to do what I did but you did it wrong
I'm not a child, I'm a grown man
You push a Six but I own land, try that
You can't buy that, pass the lye black, let my fry that
Where I rest frontin' fly cats get robbed and shot at
Knuckle up, bet I swell you
I stay Rolexed and never get tested, so what that tell you?
My whole crew puff blunts and fuck stunts
I won't lie, I got stuck once
Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back
Now you figure the rest, I'ma stop at that
You still livin' cause I allowed it, coward
Runnin' round, frontin' hard like you 'bout it, 'bout it
But I doubt it, doubt it
What I recite be takin' hours to write
So if you bite just tell your man what type of flowers you like
[Verse 2: Lord Finesse, O.C.]
I be that underworld Don, certified bomb
(What you after Pah?) The paramesan and nice swans
By all means my theme is to gross the cream like Joe
I don't wanna be a player... I'll just coach the team
Reign supreme, straight and still great
Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates
Don't flip drugs, just a slick thug that gets love
Make chicks bug then take it all off like strip clubs
Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit
On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit
I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook
Ayo 'Nesse, these niggas frontin' and they far from crooks
Nigga look I've been right, you're skatin' on thin ice
I hem mics, this cat's nice like Glenn Rice
Game's tight, so just get the name right
Cause I'll be damned if half you cats can rock the same mic
Check it
When I'm onstage you niggas know whose mic this is
Sport the presidential Rol' full of ice-eses
My name it ring a bid-ell, I'm hot as hid-ell
I live swid-ell, how could you mention Harlem and forget L?
Me and you can get it on, and we'll see who gets shitted on
You tried to do what I did but you did it wrong
I'm not a child, I'm a grown man
You push a Six but I own land, try that
You can't buy that, pass the lye black, let my fry that
Where I rest frontin' fly cats get robbed and shot at
Knuckle up, bet I swell you
I stay Rolexed and never get tested, so what that tell you?
My whole crew puff blunts and fuck stunts
I won't lie, I got stuck once
Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back
Now you figure the rest, I'ma stop at that
You still livin' cause I allowed it, coward
Runnin' round, frontin' hard like you 'bout it, 'bout it
But I doubt it, doubt it
What I recite be takin' hours to write
So if you bite just tell your man what type of flowers you like
[Verse 2: Lord Finesse, O.C.]
I be that underworld Don, certified bomb
(What you after Pah?) The paramesan and nice swans
By all means my theme is to gross the cream like Joe
I don't wanna be a player... I'll just coach the team
Reign supreme, straight and still great
Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates
Don't flip drugs, just a slick thug that gets love
Make chicks bug then take it all off like strip clubs
Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit
On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit
I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook
Ayo 'Nesse, these niggas frontin' and they far from crooks
Nigga look I've been right, you're skatin' on thin ice
I hem mics, this cat's nice like Glenn Rice
Game's tight, so just get the name right
Cause I'll be damned if half you cats can rock the same mic
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