[Intro: Big L]
Yeah yeah, you got Big L Corleone in the house, you got my little brother C-Town in the house, we about to rip this shit, this goes out to my big brother Big Lee, holdin’ it down in Oneida. Ain’t nothin’ goin’ down in Harlem without your permission
[Verse One: Big L]
I’m standin’ strong with my squad behind me
Whoever wanna see me, come to Harlem, it ain’t hard to find me
You might catch me on Lenox Ave, hoppin’ in a Hummer
Look out for the new smash, droppin’ in the summer
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd, I’ma never be broke
Ya'll hoes see me on Soul Train, iced out gold chain
To hell with a piece of the pie, I want the whole thang
Rap I got sewn, front, get your spot blown
Punk, don’t be mad at me ‘cause you not known
And right now I’m on top of the world
So when you see me comin’ through, put a lock on your girl
[Verse Two: C-Town]
I be a Harlem World party pleaser
You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer
That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at
Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that
I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on
Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on
TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on
It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on
Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on
You think you can do it like this? Dream on
I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain
Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame
Yeah yeah, you got Big L Corleone in the house, you got my little brother C-Town in the house, we about to rip this shit, this goes out to my big brother Big Lee, holdin’ it down in Oneida. Ain’t nothin’ goin’ down in Harlem without your permission
[Verse One: Big L]
I’m standin’ strong with my squad behind me
Whoever wanna see me, come to Harlem, it ain’t hard to find me
You might catch me on Lenox Ave, hoppin’ in a Hummer
Look out for the new smash, droppin’ in the summer
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd, I’ma never be broke
Ya'll hoes see me on Soul Train, iced out gold chain
To hell with a piece of the pie, I want the whole thang
Rap I got sewn, front, get your spot blown
Punk, don’t be mad at me ‘cause you not known
And right now I’m on top of the world
So when you see me comin’ through, put a lock on your girl
[Verse Two: C-Town]
I be a Harlem World party pleaser
You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer
That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at
Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that
I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on
Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on
TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on
It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on
Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on
You think you can do it like this? Dream on
I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain
Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame
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