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[lord
Yeah, now check out.
Now we have here is the "yes you may" remix, right?
But p and my man a.g. ain't here,
And I got my man big l in the house, you know what I'm
And we swinging for '92

l]
Ah it out, yo
Ayo everywhere I go, know my fucking name
I'm flooring niggas and I weight a buck and change
I gave a lot of black in my extorting days
Fucking me, a lotta niggas was sporting shades
I the microphone and scar jerks
running up (put me on!) what the fuck, is this star search?
I'm rappers like sudafed
And if the microphone was then big l would be a buddha head
Ayo my real smooth like lopez
I was rocking mics since niggas was pro keds
I roll with originators
Chicks stick to my like magnets on refridgerators
I'm a crazy mean
Many are in of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this
And those refuse the order, big l bruise and slaughter
Niggas hear me and take notes like a reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far tender
Killing like a klan member
You can't touch this, your to darn weak, front
And I'm a introduce brains to the concrete
I keep satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride
To take me out, troop, the baddest try
But fell cause my techniques are liver
I'm so deaf I need a hearing aid an equalizer
You tried to hit a run but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say the fuck out

finesse]
Check it out, it's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and
As far as running mine, nothing happening here
Cause I'm on some shit
It ain't over til the fat sing? I'm a shoot the bitch
I'm swift this, it's ridiculous to get with this
When I kick some shit, I'm a flip the script
all systems go when I start ripping shows
I swing and do my thing and I'm coming home different hoes
I got game genesis
I finish this I can bag any hoe on the premisis
I into action like a whirlpool
Get wilder a rapist in a catholic all-girls school
Cause I'm scoring mine, never boring rhymes
I'm living larger than my in the morning time
I get paid and laid on a good
Me take a that shit don't even look right
Brothers couldn't win against me their hardest tactics
I hang 'em and use their ass for practice
If you you can troop, go recruit your group
We can battle for some loot,
I you, and plus the rest of your squad
Bust ass and make you all get messanger jobs
So write that shit in column
Any rapper who beef, motherfucker's got problems
I'm out to changes
It's the funky man, you what my motherfucking name is

(lord finesse and big l give til fade)