(feat. OC, Fat Joe and Remy Martin)

[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 ^!$$%z don't, talk no %#@!

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 ^!$$%z yell, "$#&@ 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 $#&@ 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 $$# off
Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw

Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?
"The Big Picture" be the mother$#&@in theme ^!$$%
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes

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

[Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. x2]


[Remi] Where Brooklyn at?
[O.C.] Yo B-K don't play

[Remi] Harlem World
[O.C.] Where ^!$$%z 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 %#@!, 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 'til I'm gone

You got this ^!$$% frontin like he the, main event
when his album ain't even last long, it came and went
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him

^!$$%z don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"

[Chorus]


[Fat Joe]
Hoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's at

$#&@ around hear the sound of the gats
Wanna clown we react.. $#&@ that
Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack?

I'm - !@%!e on the streets, I'm - open for beef
I'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat
I'm - like a ^!$$% that you just can't kill

^!$$%z spittin that hot %#@!, but just ain't real
Uhh - it's like you muh'$#&@ers frontin for me
Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be

Lovin the stee', come through plush in the V
Got ^!$$%z mad cause they pain while we $#&@in for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told

I only speak that true %#@! that I know (yeah yeah)
Besides y'all don't want it with us
A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust

What the $#&@?

[Chorus]

[Remi Martin]

Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin
Styles just switch like hips on gay men
Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous
Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin
Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up

(*##$ talk slick whole crew get hemmed up
My %#@! drastic, all type of tactics
Rip %#@! flip %#@! spit %#@! backwards
Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you
I kick %#@! like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do

You got one? I want two like water, I run through
Pyscho - make you wanna change your whole mic flow
Floss it, givin (*##$es lyrical abortions
Stay cautioned - my first %#@! was just a lil portion
I come back with more %#@!, playback some raw %#@!

You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeit

[Chorus]