Big L - Flamboyant Pt. II lyrics

Yo we gon explain something right now
It's Royal Flush and Big L we gon let
Y'all know bout my niggas comin out
Queens most my doggs right

Yo check it
A Yo the way I feel for these niggas
I die for niggas
Queens most wanted cockin back
And pull triggers from Lex to Viggers
Drug dealers slash rap diggas
From OB to QB my war rest in peace to bandit
Take a chance to this game of life
We bust of trife sold mad dick to your wife
Jack D with no ice from
South side to the desert
We bustin pesserts and let my
Bitches hold my weapons
I'm world wide like my first jam, understand
Royal Flush has takin over LB fam

Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most
We bust til your whole team ghost
Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever
Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem
I can write it or recite it
Off the top of the dome
However you want it is how I'm
Gonna give it to you, big L style
They brought it back to the streets
Cause that shit sell now
So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space
I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
So I'm a lace the jewels
Up with nice baguettes
Flamboyent is the label that
Writes the checks
Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause
I might get vexed and I'm a run up on
Y'all and slice y'all necks
With the machete, pockets heavy
Slang more cane than Eddie
I represent uno trece nueve
Time is money so I stay late
I'm quick to slide a playmate
Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh