[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!
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