[Intro: Big L]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, Big L, uh, Corleone A.K.A. Tommy Gibbs
Flamboyant Entertainment
D.I.T.C. forever, word up!
Tired of these punk niggas, yo
We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out
[Verse 1: Big L]
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 $10 bags of smoke
All on my back because of the fame and the wealth
You male groupie, you ought to 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 drugs on the street
I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet
If you think I'm not as 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 get nothin' but head
[Hook x2: O.C.]
To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all!
There's no such thing as quit, y'all!
As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours!
[Verse 2: O.C.]
True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talkin' out they mouth slick
Mad ‘cause they bitches is all on our dick
Peepin' us out at the bar checkin' out what kind of champagne we sip
Jealous of the ice on my wrist
We pop Don and Cris', no less
Hard-pressed motherfuckers chippin' in for White Star Moët
Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us
At the end of the night, all the hoes wanna sex us
While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls
You face the song, "You'll Never Find" like Lou Rawls
Shit! How the fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet
Be a bum and not survive in the streets?
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 ya team pullin' a caper
Instead of goin' out like Pushead & Black, straight up!
[Hook x2: O.C.]
To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all!
There's no such thing as quit, y'all!
As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours!
[Verse 3: Big L & O.C.]
Check it! My shit's 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 or I'm Triple Goosed up
Yeah, no doubt we're souped up, arrogant as fuck!
Niggas can't touch what we're holdin' when it comes to the buck
I push the double R, ride through the city like a star
Dough bulgin' out my pockets like my dick be hard!
I gotta go see papi and snatch this brick up
But first, I'mma smack this bitch up ‘cause she scratched my 6 up
I ain't the one to tax or stick up
Cats get hit up frontin' on me, that nigga's got nothin on me!
Yo, let's double the C.R.E.A.M. and stick papi, and hold it for ransom
Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie and some
Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown
Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone
[Hook x2: O.C.]
To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit
Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit
Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all!
There's no such thing as quit, y'all!
As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours!
[Verse 4: Diamond D]
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, puttin' it up
Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt
Metro North bound niggas while I'm truckin' it up
And if you ever get ahead, it ain't nothin' but luck
I'm the beat digga, hip-hop complete nigga
You never fall off ‘cause I move sweet, nigga
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!
