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Big L;O.C.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Big L, uh, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs Flamboyant Entertainment, B.I.T.C., forever Word up, I'm tired of these punk niggas, O We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out Yo, while y'all standin' on the corner bummy and high I'm out buyin' the finest things money can buy Cats frontin' like they holdin' but them crabs is broke Chippin' in for ten dollar bags of smoke All on my back because of the fame and the wealth You male groupie, you oughta be ashamed of yourself Plus I'm runnin' with thugs who bust slugs at the heat I be that MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet And I'm not just a rapper, I got guns on the street I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet If you think I'm not 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 tux red, far from broke, got enough bread Mad hoes ask Beavis, I can nut and butt-head To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours Yeah, true indeed, L, I hear these cats talkin' out they mouth slick Mad 'cause they chicks all on our tip Peepin' us out at the bar, checkin' out what kind of champagne we sip Jealous of the ice on my wrist, we pop Dom and Cris', no less Hard pressed crews chippin' in to puff a White Star Moët Chickenheads flock around us, Live cats protect us At the end of the night, all the girls wanna jet with us While y'all stand stagnated like statues in museums We rip it down in arenas and coliseums Word, how the hell a cat with two good hands and feet Not survive and be a bum in the street? Get your weight up right now, we ain't promised later Do what you gotta do to get them big-headed papers Even if it mean you and your team pullin' a caper Instead of goin' out like bust-headed black, straight up To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours Check it, my shit so hot, I give the mic a heat rash I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat trash I stay bulletproofed up, Benz Couped up When it's cold, I rock the mink, yo, I'm triple goosed up Yeah, uh, no doubt, we souped up, arrogant like what? Cats can't touch what we holdin' when it comes to the buck I push the double-R, ride through the city like a star Yo, buldgered out my pockets with the look of a star I gotta go see papi and snatch this brick up But first I'ma smack this bitch 'cause she scratched my six up I ain't the one to try to tax a stick-up Cats get hit up frontin' on me, that nigga got nothin' on me Yeah, ayo, let's double the cream and Stick pop, then hold her for ransom Keep the bricks, sell 'em off, triple the pie, handsome Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown Tango with Cash, Live cats, Marsh and Corleone To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours To the tic-tic and ya don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours What? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I be up in the cut, up in some guts While you home, busy, stuck in a rut And wonder why you keep fuckin' it up I got your whole crew suckin' it up And pussy cats ain't nothin' but butt Better go back to cuttin' it up, button it up Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt Metro North bound, bitch, while I'm truckin' it up And if you ever get ahead, it ain't nothin' but luck I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga You never fall off 'cause I move sweet nigga Uh, street nigga but I can talk to the whitey Push seven buttons and organize an all-nighty Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mines 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, do the knowledge, uh