F/ fat joe, o.c., remi martin
[o.c.] phenomenon o.c.
[big l] big l, one-three-nine baby
[o.c.] diggin in the crates
[joe] yeah yeah, this is joe the god, terror squad reppin
[ad libbed uh and yeah for 20 seconds]
[o.c.]
Yo, yo, yo
Im from a place where them niggaz dont, 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 niggaz yell, fuck them jakes!
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
Im a model hoes wet dream, in her sleep
Performin x-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep
O.c. the starchild, let your cameras record
Im 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 dont clap your way when the gats explode
Chorus: remi martin and o.c. (repeat 2x)
[remi] where brooklyn at?
[o.c.] yo b-k dont play
[remi] harlem world
[o.c.] where niggaz get the money all day
[remi] boogie down bronx, specialize in gunplay
[both] triboro, so thorough, always
[big l]
Where Im from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife
And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
Ima slide to the telly and abuse your wife
If I got one rubber, ima 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 Im willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick
They all know I aint 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 tech at your dome to leave you restin alone
Go home and puff a fat bag of sess til Im gone
You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event
When his album aint even last long, it came and went
Im like gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggaz dont want it with l, they like, anybody but him!
Chorus
[fat joe]
Hoodied down with the mac - boogie down where its 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?
Im - coke on the streets, Im - open for beef
Im - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat
Im - like a nigga that you just cant kill
Niggaz spittin that hot shit, but just aint real
Uhh - its like you muhfuckers frontin for me
Nuttin to see, when Im the one you wantin to be
Lovin the stee, come through plush in the v
Got niggaz mad cause they pain 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 yall dont want it with us
A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust
What the fuck?
Chorus
[remi martin]
Yo remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin
Styles just switch like hips on gay men
Trips to the cayman, 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, dont 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
Pyscho - 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, playback some raw shit
You cant rock, so ima take your spot make you forfeit
Chorus
