Yeah, yeah
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 with 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 '96
Am I broke? You out your mind, bitch? (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Well, check this, right
Big L used to sell me my, my, my wet, you know what I 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
I walk around with six styles for six miles for sick sound
Sicker than them sick kids at St. Jude's, I'm sick, child
I skipped trial and tribulations, if I skipped town
Then 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 disc 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
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