[O.C.]
 Ahh  you don't stop
 You don't stop  you don't stop
 O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop
 You don't stop  you don't stop
 Big L is on the other you don't stop
 You don't stop  and you don't stop
 Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
 Check it out yo

 Yo.. I'm lookin for the big C notes  like Al Pacino
 Here's a new slang word: you pussino
 What it means is just that: PUSS
 My nickname to some  know me as Mush
 Fly like a Testarossa, my God
 Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
 Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother
 I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
 For those that know me, indeed I flow
 manuevers, like shells bust from a Luger
 Satisfaction, I bring the action
 Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction
 A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this
 finest, rap lord, Your Highness
 Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop
 on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, c'mere
 Ass swingin like a chandalier; like
 a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air
 Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard
 Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it

 Chorus: O.C.

 If you want it, we got it
 Ladies, spot it
 No doubt about it
 Fly and exotic
 When we on the scene it's a major plus
 And whoever facin us we dangerous

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 [Big L]
 I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns
 One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down
 Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones
 that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah
 Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
 Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped
 This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got
 mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted
 You can see pal, it's all about me now
 Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle
 I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
 Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these
 Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon
 L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on)
 I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits
 I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch!

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 [O.C.]
 Time to show, who get it on like soap
 Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow
 Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Ceasar
 Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said
 O.C.: Legendary already
 Rhyme flow cut like a machete
 First time rappers, I bust your cherries
 Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady
 The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
 She stayed still and let me pump this dick
 Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in
 I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen
 Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
 I'ma make you a M.I.A.
 Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw
 I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws
 When I rock it feel like you bein fucked
 on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores
 This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
 And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard

 Shaolin... "makin money"
 Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!"
 Queens and the Bronx... "makin money"
 Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!"

 [Big L]
 I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi
 I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi
 They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah
 with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star

 [O.C.]
 No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz
 lookin at my ice from the chain it swing
 In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don
 Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth

 [Big L]
 You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot
 So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop
 Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that
 Better chill cause on the real cats get killed like that

 [O.C.]
 Mmhmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz
 Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' Vegas
 Livin life to the fullest gettin rich ain't far
 Chillin with women bankin dough avoidin sluts and scars

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