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    The Triboro Featuring OC, Fat Joe and Remy Martin

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      About "The Triboro Featuring OC, Fat Joe and Remy Martin"

      Lyrics for Big L - "The Triboro Featuring OC, Fat Joe and Remy Martin"

      [O.C.] Phenomenon O.C.
      [Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby
      [O.C.] Diggin' In The Crates
      [Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin

      [ad libbed "uh" and "yeah" for 20 seconds]

      [O.C.]
      Yo, yo, yo
      I'm from a place where them niggaz don't, talk no shit
      where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click
      where the track stars come to warm up for a race
      Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
      So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
      walk away and come back without cats runnin off
      I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep
      Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep
      O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record
      I'm like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards
      I pitch lines like fastballs
      Mush-out, rap my ass off
      Knuckle gaze crumblin 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 don't clap your way when the gats explode

      Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X)

      [Remi] Where Brooklyn at?
      [O.C.] Yo be -K don't play
      [Remi] Harlem World
      [O.C.] Where niggaz get the money all day
      [Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay
      [both] Triboro, so thorough, always

      [Big L]
      Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife
      And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice
      I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife
      If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice
      I give young fools advice about the rules of heist
      When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice"
      Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick
      They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick
      And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome
      cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone
      I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone
      Go home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
      You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event
      when his album ain't even last long, it came and went
      I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
      Niggaz don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"

      Chorus

      [Fat Joe]
      Hoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's at
      Fuck around hear the sound of the gats
      want to clown we react.. fuck that
      Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack?
      I'm - coke on the streets, I'm - open for beef
      I'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat
      I'm - like a nigga that you just can't kill
      Niggaz spittin that hot shit, but just ain't real
      Uhh - it's like you muh'fuckers frontin for me
      Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be
      Lovin the stee', come through plush in the V
      Got niggaz mad cause they pain while we fuckin for free
      Make Trizz a household, live what I told
      I only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah)
      Besides y'all don't want it with us
      A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust
      What the fuck?

      Chorus

      [Remi Martin]
      Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin
      Styles just switch like hips on gay men
      Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous
      Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin
      Benz be rimmed up, doo 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, don't 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
      Pyscho - make you want to change your whole mic flow
      Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions
      Stay cautioned - my first shit was just a lil portion
      I come back with more shit, playback some raw shit
      You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeit

      Chorus

      SONGWRITERS:
      JOSEPH CARTAGENA, LAMONT COLEMAN, RODNEY LEMAY, REMY SMITH, OMAR CREDLE
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