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[lord
Yeah, now this out.
Now what we 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 I'm saying?
And we shit for '92

l]
Ah it out, yo
Ayo everywhere I go, brothers my fucking name
I'm flooring niggas and I only a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting
Fucking with me, a lotta niggas was shades
I grab the microphone and jerks
Niggas running up (put me on!) what the fuck, is this star
I'm relieving rappers like
And if the microphone was smoke big l would be a buddha head
Ayo my real smooth like lopez
I was rocking mics niggas was wearing pro keds
I only roll originators
Chicks stick to my dick like on refridgerators
I'm a crazy lyracist
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of
And those that refuse the order, big l and slaughter
Niggas hear me and take like a news reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from
Killing niggas like a klan
You can't touch this, rhyme's to darn weak, front
And I'm a introduce your to the concrete
I hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the try
But they cause my techniques are liver
I'm so deaf I need a hearing aid with an
You to hit a home run but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say the fuck out

[lord
Check it out, it's the brother you to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer
As far as running mine, ain't happening here
Cause I'm on some ruthless
It ain't over til the fat lady sing? I'm a the bitch
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get this
When I kick some shit, I'm a cold the script
It's all go when I start ripping shows
I swing and do my thing and I'm coming with different hoes
I got game like
When I finish this I can bag any hoe on the
I into action like a whirlpool
Get wilder than a in a catholic all-girls school
Cause I'm scoring mine, never boring rhymes
I'm living larger than my dick in the morning
I get paid and laid on a night
Me take a loss? shit don't even look right
Brothers couldn't win me with their hardest tactics
I hang 'em and use their ass for practice
If you think you can troop, go your group
We can for some loot, shit
I take you, and plus the rest of your
Bust your ass and you all get messanger jobs
So write shit in your column
Any who wants beef, motherfucker's got problems
I'm out to make
It's the funky man, you what my motherfucking name is

(lord finesse and big l shoutout til fade)