[O.C.] Phenomenon O.C.
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[Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby
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[O.C.] Diggin' In The Crates
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[Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin
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[ad libbed "uh" and "yeah" for 20 seconds]
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[O.C.]
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Yo, yo, yo
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I'm from a place where them niggaz don't, talk no shit
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where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click
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where the track stars come to warm up for a race
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Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
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So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
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walk away and come back without cats runnin off
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I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep
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Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep
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O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record
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I'm like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards
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I pitch lines like fastballs
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Mush-out, rap my ass off
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Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw
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Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?
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"The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin theme nigga
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Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
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Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode
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Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X)
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[Remi] Where Brooklyn at?
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[O.C.] Yo B-K don't play
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[Remi] Harlem World
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[O.C.] Where niggaz get the money all day
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[Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay
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[both] Triboro, so thorough, always
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[Big L]
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Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife
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And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
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I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife
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If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice
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I give young fools advice about the rules of heist
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When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice"
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Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick
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They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick
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And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome
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cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone
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I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone
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Go home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
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You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event
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when his album ain't even last long, it came and went
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I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
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Niggaz don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
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Chorus
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[Fat Joe]
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Hoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's at
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Fuck around hear the sound of the gats
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Wanna clown we react.. fuck that
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Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack?
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I'm - coke on the streets, I'm - open for beef
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I'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat
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I'm - like a nigga that you just can't kill
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Niggaz spittin that hot shit, but just ain't real
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Uhh - it's like you muh'fuckers frontin for me
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Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be
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Lovin the stee', come through plush in the V
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Got niggaz mad cause they pain while we fuckin for free
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Make Trizz a household, live what I told
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I only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah)
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Besides y'all don't want it with us
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A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust
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What the fuck?
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Chorus
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[Remi Martin]
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Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin
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Styles just switch like hips on gay men
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Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous
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Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin
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Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up
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Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up
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My shit drastic, all type of tactics
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Rip shit flip shit spit shit backwards
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Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you
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I kick shit like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do
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You got one? I want two like water, I run through
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Pyscho - make you wanna change your whole mic flow
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Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions
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Stay cautioned - my first shit was just a lil portion
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I come back with more shit, playback some raw shit
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You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeit
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Chorus
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The Triboro
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| Big L |
