Lord Finesse - MVP (97' Live at the Subterranea in London) lyrics

[Intro: Big L] Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "M.V.P." Say "Make money money, make money money money" Say "Take money money, take money money money" Check it [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo spark up the Phillies and pa** the stout Make it quick money grip or yo' a** is out In a street brawl, I strike men, quicker than lightnin' You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then L's a clever threat, lyricist who never sweat Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevro-let Clown rappers I'm bound to slay Sayin' hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah, ‘cause I got all of them strung jack My girls are like boomerangs No matter how far I throw ‘em, they come back I'm comin' straight out the N.Y.C., I'm down with D.I.T.C. and I'm M.V.P [Hook: Big L] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C Ayo if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Verse 2: Big L] Yo check it, it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJs who gave me love on they mixtapes Once again the man's back with a dance track Here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hands clap I got juice like BoKu, mad crews I broke through n***as be mad ‘cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And every time I'm jammed I always find a loophole I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol My raps are unbelievable like aliens in flying saucers No more iron horses ‘cause I'm buying Porsches Comin' straight out the N.Y.C., Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm M.V.P [Hook: Big L] If rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C I said if rap was a game I'll be M.V.P., The most valuable poet on the M.I.C [Adlib: Big L] Now now: Throw ya hands up Uh throw ya hands up C'mon yeah, throw ya hands up... Check it out Ayo, I'm a switch the third verse, check it out... [Verse 3: Big L] I be that key n**y You see jiggy Push a V-Twiggy Large like Free Willy; Me broke? Don't be silly Youse a low life: no hoes, no ice Don't be, mad at me, cause I chose yo' wife With this rap sh** I'm so nice I don't co-operate wit' po-lice On my spare time, I like to roll dice Not for petty change, I play for Gs and better You won't be rich as me, if your whole crew put y'all cheese together Cash I got plenty. Microphones? Rock many Everything I touch is in the top twenty Dumb hits, I'm the one that chicks be hawkin' a lot I stay drivin', you never see me walkin' a lot.... [Outro: Big L] It's like that D.I.TC. baby. Uh-huh! Y'all know my man Kid Capri? He did-he did a single with me, it's called Put It On baby, and that's what I came to do... C'mon! C'mon, everybody! C'mon...