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featuring Big L Lord Finesse O.C. A.G.
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[Big L]
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Check it when I'm onstage you niggas know who's mic this is
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Sport the presidential rolls for the ice uis
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My name it ring a bid ell I'm hot as hid ell
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I live swid ell how could you mention Harlem and forget L?
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Me and you can get it on and we'll see who gets shitted on
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You tried to do what I did but did it wrong
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I'm not a child of a grown man
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You push a Six but I own land, try that
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You can't ride that, pass the lye, black, let my fry that
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Where I rest fronting fly cats get robbed and shot at
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Knuckle up and then I swell you
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I stay Rolex-ed and never get tested, so what that tell you?
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My who crew puff blunts and fuck stunts
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I won't lie, I got stuck once
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Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back
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Now you figure the rest, I'm a slide back, jack
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You still living cause I get rowdy, coward
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Runing round, fronting hard like you bout it, bout it
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But I doubt it, doubt it
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What I recite be taking hours to write
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So if you might tell your man what type of flowers you like
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[Lord Finesse]
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I be that underworld Don, certified bomb
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Paramsean and night swan
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By all means my theme is grossing cream like Joe
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I don't wanna be a player, I just coach the team
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Reign supreme, straight and still great
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Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates
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Don't flip drugs, peace to slick thugs to get slugs
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Make chicks bug and take it all off like stip clubs
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Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit
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On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit
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I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook
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I got the shit that make...
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Nigga I've been right, you're skating on thin ice
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I hem mics, this cat's nice like Glenn Rice
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Game's tight, so just get the name right
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Cause I'll be damned if half the cats can rock the same mic
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[O.C.]
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Yeah, dignafied soldiers, we roll like boulders
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Some of us are wild or just wild money folders
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Don't test the click, we'll see who's the boldest
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Who's strong or weaker, who's heart be the coldest
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[A.G.]
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Now while y'all bite like termites, we'll shine like torchlights
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Burn mics, true fears are better off mics
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Get raw like G.P. on mics of all types
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Four mics ain't enough, this royal flush is clutch
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Realer than most, stay concealing the toast
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But reveal the flames like the last days, there's mad ways
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To make the paper, but these chickens taste the vapor
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I lace the flaper, wanna be major, that's my nature
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But of course kick the dopest shit, load the clip
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Let my mind spray, foes submit, it's over with
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Hold my click like the cheebas, drop bombs like bad receivers
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You wanna see us? Then beep us, cause we off the hook
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I smoke the cheebas and remain here cause they need us
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Sell outs, they want to be us, but it ain't here
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I blow spots and hold glocks for those cops
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That try to roadblock my way to the top, I throw shots
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If you're not, I'm bird hunting in the Suburb fronting
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And I been peep you in the rearview, ain't nothing
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That's what you say, but I say, "It's probably something"
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And to fronting, but on another note, y'all MC's better take it
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Or I'll forget it, cause where we hid it
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We gonna rape it and let you know that D.I.T.C. did it
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[O.C.]
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Now who recall falling off, the Phenomena is flawless
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Like diamonds being dug from a mine, priceless
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I am too much for the average man, nigga, who can?
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You fucking with Diggin' is like walking on quicksand
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Shit, my crew will run a blitz on your team
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Fantasizing ain't our thing cause we far from a dream
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We live and learn concern for one another like brothers
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Am I my brother's keeper? No doubt I'm a believer
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In come up, which niggas want to bring the drama?
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Fuck with O.C. and get smoked like scarma or
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Ganja, let me remind y'all once
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If I gotta say it twice we gonna find y'all
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The way we roll we have teeth chattering, now who's coldest?
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Diggin' in the Crates crew Dignafied Soldiers
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Dignafied soldiers, we roll like boulders
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Some of us are wild or just wild money folders
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Don't test the click, we'll see who's the boldest
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Who's strong or weaker, who's heart be the |