Tommy Boy - Get Yours lyrics

[Intro: Big L] Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs Flamboyant Entertainment D.I.T.C. forever Word up, it's time to let these punk n***as know We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high I'm out buying the finest things money can buy Cats frontin' like they holdin', but them crabs is broke Chippin' in for 10 dollar bags of smoke All on my back because of the fame and the wealth You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself Plus I'm running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat I be the MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet And I'm not just a rapper, I got d** on the street I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet If you think I'm not as nice as whoever Then put your money up! Put your j**els up, whatever, put your honey up! Put your raggedy house up, punk! Or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed Turn your trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing bu*t head [Hook: O.C.] To the tic tic and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and sh** Being broke is a b**h, y'all There's no such thing as quit, y'all As long as you breathe life you gotta get yours (Repeat 2x) [Verse 2: O.C.] True indeed, L, I hear these n***as talking out their mouth slick Mad ‘cause they b**hes is all on our dick Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne we sip, jealous of the ice on my wrist We pop Don and Crys, no less Hard pressed motherf**ers chippin' in for White Star Moet Chickenheads flock around us, thug n***as protect us At the end of the night, all the hoes want to s** us While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls You face the song, "You'll Never Find" Lou Rawls sh**, I don't f** a n***a with two good hands and feet Be bummin' and not surviving the streets Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper Instead of going out like Pushead & Black, straight up [Hook] [Verse 3: Big L + (O.C.)] Check it, my sh** is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat's trash I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff (No doubt we're souped up, African as f** n***as can't touch what we're holding When it comes to the buck I push the double R, ride through the city like a star Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard) I gotta go see papi and snatch his brick up But first, I'ma smack this b**h up ‘Cause she scratched my six up I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up Fronting on me, y'all n***as got nothing on me (Let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome k** two birds with one stone, get full blown Tango and Cash, live n***as, Mush and Corleone) [Hook] [Verse 4: Diamond D] I be up in the cut, up in some guts While you home busy stuck in a rut And wonder why you keep f**in' it up I got your whole crew s**in' it up And p**y cats ain't nothin' but bu*t Better go back to cuttin' it up, puttin' it up Plus I heard your girl was up in the bu*t Measuring off brown n***as while I'm truckin' it up And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothin' but luck I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete n***a You never fall off, ‘cause I move sweet, n***a Street n***a, but I can talk to the whitey Push seven bu*tons and organize an all-nighty Sons call me almighty, ‘cause I'm nice with mine Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind Love it when the sun lights my shine due to knowledge, uh