The Triboro

Big L

[O.C.] Phenomenon O.C.

[Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby

[O.C.] Diggin' In The Crates

[Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin



[ad libbed "uh" and "yeah" for 20 seconds]



[O.C.]

Yo, yo, yo

I'm from a place where them niggaz don't, talk no shit

where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click

where the track stars come to warm up for a race

Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"

So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor

walk away and come back without cats runnin off

I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep

Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep

O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record

I'm like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards

I pitch lines like fastballs

Mush-out, rap my ass off

Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw

Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?

"The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin theme nigga

Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes

Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode



Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X)



[Remi] Where Brooklyn at?

[O.C.] Yo B-K don't play

[Remi] Harlem World

[O.C.] Where niggaz get the money all day

[Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay

[both] Triboro, so thorough, always



[Big L]

Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife

And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice

I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife

If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice

I give young fools advice about the rules of heist

When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice"

Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick

They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick

And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome

cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone

I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone

Go home and puff a fat bag of sess '