Yes You May (Funk Flow Mix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lord Finesse & Big L] Yeah, now check this out Now, what we have here is the "Yes You May" remix, right? But Percee P and my man A.G. ain't here And I got my man Big L in the house, you know what I'm sayin'? And we swingin' shit for '92 Ah, check it out, yo [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, everywhere that I go, brothers know my fuckin' name I'm floorin' niggas and I only weigh a buck and change I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days Fuckin' with me, a lotta niggas was sportin' shades I grab the microphone and scar jerks Niggas runnin' up, "Put me on", what the fuck is this, Star Search? I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed And if the microphone was smoke then Big L'd be a Buddha head Ayo, I cruise real smooth like mopeds I was rockin' mics since niggas was wearin' Pro Keds I only roll with originators Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refrigerators I'm a crazy mean lyricist Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this And those that refuse a order, Big L bruise and slaughter Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender but far from tender Killin' niggas like a Klan member You can't touch this, your rhymes are too darn weak Front, and I'ma introduce your brains to the concrete I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the fattest ride To take me out, troop, even the baddest tried But they failed 'cause my techniques are live-r I'm so deaf, I need a hearing aid with an equalizer You tried to hit a home run but you struck out My rhymes were released, I'd like to say, peace the fuck out [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Check it out It's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap and cheer As far as runnin' mine, ain't nothin' happenin' here 'Cause I'm on some ruthless shit It ain't over 'til the fat lady sing? I'ma shoot the bitch I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this When I kick some shit, I'ma cold flip the script It's all systems go when I start rippin' shows I swing and do my thing, and I'm comin' home with different hoes I got game like Genesis When I finish this, I can bag any ho on the premises I spin into action like a whirlpool Get wilder than a rapist in a Catholic all-girls school 'Cause I'm scorin' mine, never kickin' borin' rhymes I'm livin' larger than my dick in the mornin' time I get paid and laid on a good night Me take a loss? That shit don't even look right Brothers couldn't win against me with they hardest tactics I hang 'em and use they ass for target practice If you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group We can battle for some loot Shit, I take you, and plus the rest of your squad Bust your ass and make you all get messenger jobs So write that shit in your column Any rapper who wanna beef, motherfucker's got problems I'm out to make changes It's the Funky Man, you know what my motherfuckin' name is! [Outro: Big L & Lord Finesse] Yeah, I'd like to give a shout-out to my brothers Big Lee and Don Ice My partner-in-crime Herb McGruff My DJ D-Wiz And the whole 139th Street and Lenox Ave crew You know who you are, peace (Word) Check it out, I gotta give a crazy shout-out to Showbiz & A.G The brother Infinite The brother D-Rover My man Buckwild in the house Ez-Elpee Then stupid-crazy shout-out to the brother T-Ray You know what I'm sayin' Peace to the brother Kool G Rap Peace to the brother Freddie Foxxx Peace to Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth And I'ma end it off like that, for '92 And I'm out