Yours (Get Yours Demo)

[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], O We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out Yo! [Verse 1: Big L] 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: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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! To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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 cats talkin' out they mouth slick Mad ‘cause they chicks is all on our tip 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 crews chippin' in for White Star Moët Chickenheads flock around us, live cats protect us At the end of the night, all the girls wanna jet with us While y'all stand stagnated like statues And you see em, we rip it down in the arenas and colosseums Word! How the hell a cat with two good hands and feet Not survive and be a bum 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: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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! To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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 like, what Cats 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 with the look of a star! 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, y'all [niggas] got nothin on me Yo, let's double the cream and stick papi, and hold him 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: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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! To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough for [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 mine 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!