(feat. Big L)



[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



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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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