Ya Better Recognize

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Finesse] Uh, let the games begin, man, I play to win I floss them jewels with gems, got dimes you can't spin Got shit hemmed, why you wildin' I'm smilin' Profilin', shinin' like a medallion Worshipped by thousands as the nicest, most righteous Game's priceless, I call it like psychics So foes that's mad, better show some class I got that dough to stash, watch me show my ass You know the half, well, guess you don't And get paid by now, shit, guess you won't You's on a thin rope, I get respects like the pope Got it locked like a vote, I do my thing then I bolt No joke, be the villain in black coats Fuck LEGOs when I was young I was taught to stack notes That's all she wrote, I gotta keep starter I show you flossing ain't over for y'all niggas that got teeth problems [Hook - Lord Finesse samples] - 2x Check it, check it out for those that know me (You better recognize) Don't know? Better ask around You know the deal I represent skills Rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen [Verse 2: Lord Finesse] Be the ghetto icon, type don you're all hyped on Blowing like pipe bombs, money long like pythons Even without the ice on, you still feel me Make you ill willies look goofy like hill billies Real silly, you kill me, for the fact that others suck me and grill me Really, kinda ill see, quit startin Cause I roll with a squadron That stays in trouble like Dennis Rodman Names spreads like margarine, be the next to rise Understand rule 1 kid; recognise I don't stress you guys, you weasels Me and my peoples is diesels, plus we keep it kosher like the hebrews Let's see who wins the game here, cause I'm holding While you barely got train fare, the way I'm rolling Can make the dames stare, could go the round, blow your town Till the day I die, Finesse'll be holdin it down [Hook - Lord Finesse samples] - 2x Check it, check it out for those that know me (You better recognize) Don't know? Better ask around You know the deal I represent skills Rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen [Verse 3: O.C.] Let me introduce my- aww fuck it, y'all know me O.C., the kid with the gold teeth (?????) in me, I shine I find no crime, maybe criminal thoughts on my mind Sure you write, boy I write rhymes all night I tip it in my LS on the turnpike On my own, stay home, shorty alone Forty and gold that make me wanna stroke my bone Watch you fall, you wonder why I'm packing for Cause niggas on the streets is like Dracu-law Vernacular, smooth like an Acura Main man pretty tough, but I smacked your whore I been blessed since birth to recite these verses Dropping rhymes on ya domes like bird shits When I step in the place and get nervous I'm kicking the ass, it's what the herds get [Hook - Lord Finesse samples] - 2x Check it, check it out for those that know me (You better recognize) Don't know? Better ask around You know the deal I represent skills Rap without Finesse is like life without oxygen