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Featuring big l lord finesse o.c. a.g.
[big l]
Check it when i'm onstage you niggas know who's mic this is
Sport the presidential rolls for the ice uis
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 did it wrong
I'm not a child of a grown man
You push a six but i own land, try that
You can't ride that, pass the lye, black, let my fry that
Where i rest fronting fly cats get robbed and shot at
Knuckle up and then i swell you
I stay rolex-ed and never get tested, so what that tell you?
My who 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'm a slide back, jack
You still living cause i get rowdy, coward
Runing round, fronting hard like you bout it, bout it
But i doubt it, doubt it
What i recite be taking hours to write
So if you might tell your man what type of flowers you like
[lord finesse]
I be that underworld don, certified bomb
Paramsean and night swan
By all means my theme is grossing cream like joe
I don't wanna be a player, i 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, peace to slick thugs to get slugs
Make chicks bug and take it all off like stip 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
I got the shit that make...
Nigga i've been right, you're skating 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 the cats can rock the same mic
[o.c.]
Yeah, dignafied soldiers, we roll like boulders
Some of us are wild or just wild money folders
Don't test the click, we'll see who's the boldest
Who's strong or weaker, who's heart be the coldest
[a.g.]
Now while y'all bite like termites, we'll shine like torchlights
Burn mics, true fears are better off mics
Get raw like g.p. on mics of all types
Four mics ain't enough, this royal flush is clutch
Realer than most, stay concealing the toast
But reveal the flames like the last days, there's mad ways
To make the paper, but these chickens taste the vapor
I lace the flaper, wanna be major, that's my nature