Big L Triboro (feat. OC, Fat Joe and Remy Martin) 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, yo
I'm from a place where them n____z don't, talk no s___
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 n____z yell, 'f**k them jakes!'
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep
Performin x-rated f**k scenes, me goin deep
O.c. the starchild, let your cameras record
I'm like a man bein honored at the grammy awards
I pitch lines like fastballs
Mush-out, rap my a__ off
Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw
Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?
'the big picture' be the motherf**kin theme n____
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode

Chorus: remi martin and o.c. (repeat 2x)

[remi] where brooklyn at?
[o.c.] yo b-k don't play
[remi] harlem world
[o.c.] where n____z get the money all day
[remi] boogie down bronx, specialize in gunplay
[both] triboro, so thorough, always

[big l]
Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife
And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife
If I got one rubber, i'ma 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 I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick
They all know I ain't s___, but they still on my d___
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 I'm gone
You got this n____ frontin like he the, main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
I'm like gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
n____z don't want it with l, they like, 'anybody but him!'

Chorus

[fat joe]
Hoodied down with the mac - boogie down where it's at
F**k around hear the sound of the gats
Wanna clown we react.. f**k that
Do you know what you do when you fool with joey crack?
I'm - c__e on the streets, I'm - open for beef
I'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat
I'm - like a n____ that you just can't kill
n____z spittin that hot s___, but just ain't real
Uhh - it's like you muh'f**kers frontin for me
Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be
Lovin the stee', come through plush in the v
Got n____z mad cause they pain while we f**kin for free
Make trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak that true s___ that I know (yeah yeah)
Besides y'all don't want it with us
A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust
What the f**k?

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
b____ talk slick whole crew get hemmed up
My s___ drastic, all type of tactics
Rip s___ flip s___ spit s___ backwards
Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you
I kick s___ 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 b____es lyrical abortions
Stay cautioned - my first s___ was just a lil portion
I come back with more s___, playback some raw s___
You can't rock, so i'ma take your spot make you forfeit

Chorus