Get Yours

Lyrics

[Intro: Big L] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, uh, Big L, uh, Corleone A.K.A. Tommy Gibbs Flamboyant Entertainment D.I.T.C. forever, word up! Tired of these punk niggas, yo We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out [Verse 1: Big L] Yo! While y'all standin' on the corner bummy and high I'm out buyin' the finest things money can buy Cats frontin' like they holdin', but them crabs is broke Chippin' in for $10 bags of smoke All on my back because of the fame and the wealth You male groupie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself Plus I'm runnin' with thugs who bust slugs with the heat I be that MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet If you think I'm not as nice as whoever, then put your money up! Put your jewels up! Whatever, put your honey up! Put your raggedy house up, punk! Or shut your mouth up Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed, turn your tux red Far from broke, got enough bread Mad hoes — ask Beavis, I get nothin' but head [Hook x2: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all! There's no such thing as quit, y'all! As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours! [Verse 2: O.C.] True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talkin' out they mouth slick Mad 'cause they bitches is all on our dick Peepin' us out at the bar, checkin' out what kind of champagne we sip Jealous of the ice on my wrist We pop Don and Cris', no less Hard-pressed motherfuckers chippin' in for White Star Moët Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us At the end of the night, all the hoes wanna sex us While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls You face the song, "You'll Never Find" like Lou Rawls Shit! How the fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet Be a bum and not survive in the streets? Get your weight up! Right now! We ain't promised later Do what you gotta do to get them big-headed papers Even if it mean you and ya team pullin' a caper Instead of goin' out like Pushead & Black, straight up! [Hook x2: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all! There's no such thing as quit, y'all! As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours! [Verse 3: Big L & O.C.] Check it! My shit's so hot, I give the mic a heat rash I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat trash I stay bulletproofed up, Benz Couped up When it's cold, I rock the mink or I'm Triple Goosed up Yeah, no doubt we're souped up, arrogant as fuck! Niggas can't touch what we're holdin' when it comes to the buck I push the double R, ride through the city like a star Dough bulgin' out my pockets like my dick be hard! I gotta go see papi and snatch this brick up But first, I'mma smack this bitch up 'cause she scratched my 6 up I ain't the one to tax or stick up Cats get hit up frontin' on me, that nigga's got nothin on me! Yo, let's double the C.R.E.A.M. and stick papi, hold it for ransom Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie and some Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone [Hook x2: O.C.] To the.. tick-tick and you don't quit Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit Bein' broke is a bitch, y'all! There's no such thing as quit, y'all! As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours! [Verse 4: Diamond D] I be up in the cut, up in some guts While you home, busy, stuck in a rut And wonder why you keep fuckin' it up I got your whole crew suckin' it up Them pussy cats ain't nothin' but butt Better go back to cuttin' it up, button it up Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt Metro North bound niggas while I'm truckin' it up And if you ever get ahead, it ain't nothin' but luck I'm the beat digga, hip-hop complete nigga You never fall off 'cause I move sweet, nigga Street nigga, but I can talk to the whitey Push seven buttons and organize an all-nighty Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mines Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind Love it when the sun lights my shine, do the knowledge, uh!