O.c. - The Triboro lyrics

[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 n***as don't, talk no sh** 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 n***as yell, "f** 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 ho's wet dream, in her sleep Performin X-rated f** 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 a** off Knuckle gaze crumblin your gla** jaw Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker? "The Big Picture" be the motherf**in theme n***a Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode [Hook: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X)] [Remi] Where Brooklyn at? [O.C.] Yo B-K don't play [Remi] Harlem World [O.C.] Where n***as 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 j**els and ice I'mma slide to the telly and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'mma 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 sh**, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome Cause all my j**els 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 n***a 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 n***as don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!" [Hook] [Fat Joe] Hoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's at f** around hear the sound of the gats Wanna clown we react.. f** 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 n***a that you just can't k** n***as spittin that hot sh**, but just ain't real Uhh - it's like you muh'f**ers 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 n***as mad cause they payin' while we f**in for free Make Trizz a household, live what I told I only speak that true sh** that I know (yeah yeah) Besides y'all don't want it with us A hundred or plus, k**ers that be livin to bust What the f**? [Hook] [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 b**h talk slick whole crew get hemmed up My sh** drastic, all type of tactics Rip sh** flip sh** spit sh** backwards Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you I kick sh** like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do You got one? I want two like water, I run through Psycho - make you wanna change your whole mic flow Floss it, givin b**hes lyrical abortions Stay cautioned - my first sh** was just a lil portion I come back with more sh**, playback some raw sh** You can't rock, so I'mma take your spot make you forfeit [Hook]