歌曲做铅携名:the triboro歌手:big l专辑:the big picturef/ Fat Joe, O.C., Remi Martin Phenomenon O.C. Big L, one-three-nine baby Diggin' In The Crates Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppinYo, yo, yoI'm from a place where them niggaz don't, 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, 'Fuck them Jakes!'So much respect, I can lay dough on the floorwalk away and come back without cats runnin offI'激毁m a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleepPerformin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deepO.C. the Starchild, let your cameras recordI'm 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 motherfuckin theme niggaFlamboyant forever, this is how it goesPray we don't clap your way when the gats explodeBig LChorus: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X) Where Brooklyn at? Yo B-K don't play Harlem World Where niggaz get the money all day Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay Triboro, so thorough, alwaysWhere I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trifeAnd you might lose your life for your jewels and iceI'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wifeIf I got one rubber, I'ma use it twiceI give young fools advice about the rules of heistWhen I rock 'gators, hoes be like, '纯伏Them shoes is nice'Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chickThey all know I ain't 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 I'm goneYou got this nigga frontin like he the, main eventwhen his album ain't even last long, it came and wentI'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to himNiggaz don't want it with L, they like, 'Anybody but him!'ChorusHoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's atFuck around hear the sound of the gatsWanna clown we react.. fuck thatI'm - coke on the streets, I'm - open for beefI'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heatI'm - like a nigga that you just can't killNiggaz spittin that hot shit, but just ain't realUhh - it's like you muh'fuckers frontin for meNuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to beLovin the stee', come through plush in the VGot niggaz mad cause they pain while we fuckin for freeMake Trizz a household, live what I toldI only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah)Besides y'all don't want it with usA hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bustWhat the fuck?ChorusYo 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 upBitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed upMy shit drastic, all type of tacticsRip shit flip shit spit shit backwardsScrew you, don't 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 bitches lyrical abortionsStay cautioned - my first shit was just a lil portionI come back with more shit, playback some raw shitYou can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeitChorushttp://music.baidu.com/song/14554299
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