Big L feat. Fat Joe and O.C. Lyrics
"The Triboro"

[OC]
Im from a place where them niggaz dont talk no shit
where them wigs get split
where the guns forever click
where the trap stars come to warm up for a race
lil whites ride by and niggas yell "FUCK THE JAKES"
so much respect i could lay dough on the floor
walk away and come back without cats runnin off
im a model ho's wet dream, in her sleep
perform an x rated sex scene- its me goin deep
OC the star child, let ya cameras record
im like a man being honored at the Grammy awards
i pitch lines like fast balls
plus i rap my ass off
knuckle games crumble in your glass jaw
supreme figure
drink liquor
what team thicker?
the big picture be the motherfuckin theme nigga
Flamboyant forever- this is how it goes
pray we dont clap your way when the gats explode

[Chorus x2]

[Remy Martin]
Where Brooklyn at?

[OC]
B.K. dont play

[Remy Martin]
Harlem World!

[OC]
Where niggas get the money all day

[Remy Martin]
Boogie down Bronx- Specialise in gun play.
Triboro- so thorough- Always

[Big L]
Where im from dudes get sliced
cuz crews is trife
and you might lose your life
for ya jewels and ice
imma slide to the telly and abuse your wife
if i got one rubber, imma use it twice
i give young fools advice
about the rules of heists
when i rock gators, hoes be like them shoes is nice
dimes- im willin to hit
i stay drillin a chick
they know i aint shit but they still on my dick
and i never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome
cuz all my jewels be rocky like Sylvester Stallone
i blast a tec at ya dome
and leave you resting alone
go home and puff a fat bag of sess till im gone
you got this nigga frontin like he the main event
his album aint even last long- it came and went
im like Gotti to him
i throw the shotty to him
niggas dont want it wit L they like "Anybody but him"

[Chorus x2]

[Fat Joe]
Hoodie down with the mac
Boogie down where its at
fuck around, hear the sound of the gat
wanna clown? we react
fuck that
do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack
(Im) coke on the streets
(Im) open for beats
(Im) hoping you reach
so we could go with the heat
(Im) like a nigga that you just cant kill
nigga spittin that hot shit, but just aint real
Uh, its like you motherfuckers frontin for me
nothin to see
when im the one you wantin to be
loving the stee'
come through plush in the v
got niggas mad cuz they payin and we fuckin for free
made Trizz a household
live what i told
i only spit that true shit that i know
(yea yeah) besides you dont want it with us
a hundred or plus
killers that be loving to bust
what the fuck

[Chorus x2]

[Remy Martin]
Yo remy's so crazy
rhymes be blazin
styles just switch like hips on gay men
trips to the cayman's
rich and famous
rhymes so hot my spit be flamin
benz be rimmed up
you be pinned up
bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up
my shit drastic
all type of tactics
rip shit
flip shit
spit shit backwards
screw you dont let the pretty face fool you
i kick shit like kung fu
and i jam like guns do
you got one i want two
like water- i run through
psycho
make you want to change your whole hype flow
flossin
giving bitches lyrical abortions
they caution
my first shit was just a little portion
i come back with more shit
play back some raw shit
you cant rock so imma take your spot- make you forfeit

[Chorus x2]