Lord Finesse - Yes You May Lyrics
[lord finesse]Yeah, now check this out.Now what we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right?But percee p and my man a.g. ain't here,And i got my man big l in the house, you know what i'm saying?And we swinging shit for '92[big l]Ah check it out, yoAyo everywhere i go, brothers know my *****ing nameI'm flooring niggas and i only weight a buck and changeI gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days*****ing with me, a lotta niggas was sporting shadesI grab the microphone and scar jerksNiggas running up (put me on!) what the *****, is this star search?I'm relieving rappers like sudafedAnd if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha headAyo my crew's real smooth like lopezI was rocking mics since niggas was wearing pro kedsI only roll with originatorsChicks stick to my dick like magnets on refridgeratorsI'm a crazy mean lyracistMany are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of thisAnd those that refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughterNiggas hear me and take notes like a news reporterI'll bend a rapper like a fender, i'm slender, but far from tenderKilling niggas like a klan memberYou can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, frontAnd i'm a introduce your brains to the concreteI keep hoes satisfied, i'm pushing the fattest rideTo take me out, troop, even the baddest tryBut they fell cause my techniques are liverI'm so deaf i need a hearing aid with an equalizerYou tried to hit a home run but you struck outMy rhymes were released, i'd like to say peace the ***** out[lord finesse]Check it out, it's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheerAs far as running mine, ain't nothing happening hereCause i'm on some ruthless shitIt ain't over til the fat lady sing? i'm a shoot the *****I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with thisWhen i kick some shit, i'm a cold flip the scriptIt's all systems go when i start ripping showsI swing and do my thing and i'm coming home with different hoesI got game like genesisWhen i finish this i can bag any hoe on the premisisI spin into action like a whirlpoolGet wilder than a rapist in a catholic all-girls schoolCause i'm scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymesI'm living larger than my dick in the morning timeI get paid and laid on a good nightMe take a loss? that shit don't even look rightBrothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tacticsI hang 'em and use their ass for target practiceIf you think you can troop, go recruit your groupWe can battle for some loot, shitI take you, and plus the rest of your squadBust your ass and make you all get messanger jobsSo write that shit in your columnAny rapper who wants beef, mother*****er's got problemsI'm out to make changesIt's the funky man, you know what my mother*****ing name is(lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade)
