Fred Samuel Playground

[Intro: Big L] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Big L] I walk around with six thou' sippin' on Cristal, my whole clique's wild I'm rich, pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now (Conductor) I got chips, pushin' luxury whips Motorola flips and leavin' waitresses one-hundred-dollar tips I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some **** slut Big L is clean cut with more jewels than King Tut Nigga, I'm rich, strictly dime chicks in '9-6 Am I broke? You out your mind, bitch? [Interlude: Method Man, N.O.R.E., DJ EFN] Well, check this, right Big L used to sell me my, my, my wet, yah' mean? (Did you say Big L used to sell you wet?) Yeah, Big L Big L used to sell me dust, nigga He used to sell us our AD (Haha, none of us) Word I used to get that shit from Big L uptown With that being said [Verse 2: Method Man] I walk around with six styles for six miles for sick sound Sicker than thеm sick kids at St. Jude's, I'm sick, child I skipped trial and tribulations, if I skipped town Thеn this crown's no longer undisputed, you would skip now Click-pow, invite a stand-up brother to a sit-down Sit down, the drive's on automatic, ain't no sticks 'round This shotty ain't a shotty, it's a stick now This how I draw a line up in the sand before I warn ya, put the stick down Asking how I do it, I'm like, "This how" Wash 'em up until it dawned on me, I was finished with them dish towels Tical, I need a plate that I can take as well as dish out It'll cost to get me off my high horse, I need my dismount No diss counts and no more player discounts You see me in the streets and I don't speak, you know what this 'bout The big route, for Big L, I'm smokin' on a big ounce You been gotten the chances, you put your foot in your big mouth