The Triboro

[Intro: O.C., Big L, Fat Joe] Phenomenon O.C Big L, 139, baby Diggin' In The Crates Yeah, yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin' [Verse 1: O.C.] Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where them niggas don't talk no shit Where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click Where the track stars come to warm up for a race Blue and whites ride by and niggas yell, ("Fuck them Jakes!") So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor Walk away and come back without cats runnin' off I'm a model ho's wet dream, in her sleep Performin' x-rated fuck scenes, me goin' deep O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record I'm like a man bein' honored at the Grammy Awards I pitch lines like fastballs, mush-out, rap my ass off Knuckle gaze crumblin' your glass jaw Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker? "The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin' theme, nigga! Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode [Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.] Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! [Verse 2: Big L] Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, 'cause crews is trife And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice I give young fools advice about the rules of heist When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice" Dimes I'm willin' to hit, I stay drillin' a chick They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome 'Cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone I blast the TEC at your dome and leave you restin' alone Go home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event When his album ain't even last long, it came and went I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!" [Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.] Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Hoodied down with the MAC, Boogie Down, where it's at Fuck around, hear the sound of the gats Wanna clown? We react, fuck that! Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack? I'm coke on the streets, I'm open for beef I'm hopin' you reach, so we can go with the heat I'm like a nigga that you just can't kill Niggas spittin' that hot shit, but just ain't real Uhh! It's like you muh'fuckers frontin' for me Nothin' to see, when I'm the one you wantin' to be Lovin' the stee', come through, plush in the V Got niggas mad 'cause they payin' while we fuckin' for free Make Trizz a household, live what I told I only speak that true shit that I know (Yeah, yeah) Besides, y'all don't want it with us A hundred and plus killers that be lovin' to bust What the fuck?! [Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.] Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! [Verse 4: Remy Martin] Yo, Remy so crazy, rhymes be blazin' Styles just switch like hips on gay men Trips to the Caymans, rich and famous Rhymes so hot, my spit be flamin' Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up Bitch talk slick — whole crew get hemmed up My shit drastic, all type of tactics Rip shit, flip shit, spit shit backwards Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you I kick shit like Kung fu, and I jam like guns do You got one? I want two, like water, I run through Psycho, make you wanna change your whole mic flow Floss it, givin' bitches lyrical abortions Stay cautioned, my first shit was just a lil' portion I come back with more shit, play back some raw shit You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot, make you forfeit [Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.] Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play! Harlem World! Where niggas get the money all day! Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay! Triboro! So thorough! Always! [Outro: Big L] Right now the Harlem World is shining, know what I'm saying? I mean, everything is timing, y'know what I'm saying? And right now, it's Big L's time So, it's gonna happen, y'know what I'm saying Regardless, it's gonna happen I can promise niggas, I'm gonna flatten them when I'm around It's like, y'know all is timing Word up to the legendary one and only NFL crew, 139 & Lenox! Big L, D.I.T.C. forever! Flamboyant Records, baby! (Y'all better lookout for Big L!)