We Got This - Mr. Cheeks, Big L

All right, let’s get it on

We don’t bring nothin' but the phat shit in New York type shit

Know what I mean?

No doubt

I’ve told you before… you’re too big!

You’re getting too big!

The word has

come down, it’s not healthy to get too big!

Yeah!

Flamboyant Entertainment

Bringin' nothin' but the street themes

One-three-nine

Don’t get it twisted, the hood come first

Ayyo Big L, come on

Check it!

My whole clique’s theavin'

We roam the streets, cause it’s stick season

This ain’t the time to have your wrist freezin'

I might put the big gat to your six-pack

Click-clack, let me get that

Make it quick black, skip the chit-chat

I’m takin' it all, I’m not leavin' a cent

Want everything out your pockets coward, even the lint

You better not budge when I point the semi at you

What’s that, a carat in your ear?

Then give me that, too!

I’m like Death, you never know when I might pop up

In your hood and let the Glock buck and shoot your block up

Go ahead, call the cops, and I’ll tear the cops up

Cause I don’t give a hot fuck if I get locked up

Ya’ll know nothin' about L, so don’t doubt L

What’s this motherfuckin' rap game without L?

That’s like jewels without ice, that’s like China without rice

Or the Holy Bible without Christ, or the Bulls without Mike

Or crackheads without pipes

The village without dykes or hockey games without fights

I never hesitate to buck my gun

One-three-nine, ya’ll know where the fuck I’m from

Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy

Remember the real niggas from the NY

Me and my men high

Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness

Ya’ll niggas chill kid, we got this

Hittin' niggas with the remedy

Remember the real niggas from the NY

Me and my men high

Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness

Ya’ll niggas chill kid, we got this

Yo, I’ma real wolf

That’s why you always see my face in the hood

Others is phony, so they ain’t safe in the hood

I’m from where the real hustlers pile dough

The home of rich Rich Porter, AZ, Alpo

Where they shoot dice and puff wild dro and talk fly

Throwin' game at every chickenhead bitch that walk by

That’s how we live, everyday, all day

From one-one-o' to one-five-five, from first Ave. to Broadway

Harlem’s soft?

That’s what they all say

Until they get murdered in broad day in a project hallway

You get cash, you get it your way

I get mines the fast and sure way: ski-mask and four-four way

Take some wolf to your crib and kick down your doorway

Go to the Hill, stick a aww yay for a brick of raw weigh

I’m like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him

Niggas don’t want it with L, they be like: Anybody but him!

Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy

Remember the real niggas from the NY

Me and my men high

Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness

Ya’ll niggas chill kid, we got this

Hittin' niggas with the remedy

Remember the real niggas from the NY

Me and my men high

Count the chedda, bring nothin' but the hotness

Ya’ll niggas chill kid, we got this

We got this shit on lock

You know me, I be up on Big L’s block

One-three-to-the-nine, kid

We be hangin' with my niggas

Every day I want the ex-po

Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down

Comin' straight from the streets

Back to Queens, be the same routines

Corleone and Mr. Cheeks

Hold the fort

These niggas thought

We ain’t comin'?

Yeah, Flamboyant

Representin' the Boogie Down

Man, tell me somethin'

Yeah, Flamboyant

We be comin' through

What you see?

What!

Uh, Flamboyant, ya’ll

Somethin' in the rear?

Yo we up in here!

Yeah, uhh, no doubt!

Ha-ha!