featuring Big L Lord Finesse O.C. A.G.

[Big L]

Check it when I'm onstage you niggas know who's mic this is

Sport the presidential rolls for the ice uis

My name it ring a bid ell I'm hot as hid ell

I live swid ell how could you mention Harlem and forget L?

Me and you can get it on and we'll see who gets shitted on

You tried to do what I did but did it wrong

I'm not a child of a grown man

You push a Six but I own land, try that

You can't ride that, pass the lye, black, let my fry that

Where I rest fronting fly cats get robbed and shot at

Knuckle up and then I swell you

I stay Rolex-ed and never get tested, so what that tell you?

My who crew puff blunts and fuck stunts

I won't lie, I got stuck once

Then I seen the kids who did it, cocked my gat and got that back

Now you figure the rest, I'm a slide back, jack

You still living cause I get rowdy, coward

Runing round, fronting hard like you bout it, bout it

But I doubt it, doubt it

What I recite be taking hours to write

So if you might tell your man what type of flowers you like

[Lord Finesse]

I be that underworld Don, certified bomb

Paramsean and night swan

By all means my theme is grossing cream like Joe

I don't wanna be a player, I just coach the team

Reign supreme, straight and still great

Can you relate? I'm after ill papes like Bill Gates

Don't flip drugs, peace to slick thugs to get slugs

Make chicks bug and take it all off like stip clubs

Too slick, on some ultra-cool shit

On some "You gon' need me before I need you" shit

I got chicks hooked, have your cash shook

I got the shit that make...

Nigga I've been right, you're skating on thin ice