Big L - The Triboro Lyrics
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, yoIm from a place where them niggaz dont, talk no shitWhere them wigs get split, where the guns forever clickWhere the track stars come to warm up for a raceBlue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, ***** them jakes!So much respect, I can lay dough on the floorWalk away and come back without cats runnin offIm a model hoes wet dream, in her sleepPerformin x-rated ***** scenes, me goin deepO.c. the starchild, let your cameras recordIm like a man bein honored at the grammy awardsI pitch lines like fastballsMush-out, rap my ass offKnuckle gaze crumblin your glass jawSupreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?the big picture be the mother*****in theme niggaFlamboyant forever, this is how it goesPray we dont clap your way when the gats explodeChorus: 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 trifeAnd you might lose your life for your jewels and iceIma slide to the telly and abuse your wifeIf I got one rubber, ima use it twiceI give young fools advice about the rules of heistWhen I rock gators, hoes be like, them shoes is niceDimes Im willin to hit, I stay drillin a chickThey all know I aint shit, but they still on my dickAnd I never walk the streets without the vest and the chromeCause all my jewels be rocky like sylvester stalloneI blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin aloneGo home and puff a fat bag of sess til Im goneYou got this nigga frontin like he the, main eventWhen his album aint even last long, it came and wentIm like gotti to him, I throw the shotty to himNiggaz dont want it with l, they like, anybody but him!Chorus[fat joe]Hoodied down with the mac - boogie down where its at***** around hear the sound of the gatsWanna clown we react.. ***** thatDo you know what you do when you fool with joey crack?Im - coke on the streets, Im - open for beefIm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heatIm - like a nigga that you just cant killNiggaz spittin that hot shit, but just aint realUhh - its like you muh*****ers frontin for meNuttin to see, when Im the one you wantin to beLovin the stee, come through plush in the vGot niggaz mad cause they pain while we *****in for freeMake trizz a household, live what I toldI only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah)Besides yall dont want it with usA hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bustWhat the *****?Chorus[remi martin]Yo remi so crazy, rhymes be blazinStyles just switch like hips on gay menTrips to the cayman, rich and famousRhymes so hot my spit be flaminBenz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up***** talk slick whole crew get hemmed upMy shit drastic, all type of tacticsRip shit flip shit spit shit backwardsScrew you, dont let the pretty face fool youI kick shit like kung-fu and i, jam like guns doYou got one? I want two like water, I run throughPyscho - make you wanna change your whole mic flowFloss it, givin *****es lyrical abortionsStay cautioned - my first shit was just a lil portionI come back with more shit, playback some raw shitYou cant rock, so ima take your spot make you forfeitChorus
