Big L, Remy Ma, O.C., Fat Joe - The Triboro lyrics

Yo, yo, yo i'm from a place where them
Niggas don't talk no shit
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 niggas yell
"Fuck 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 ho's wet dream, in her sleep
Performin' X rated fuck scenes, me goin' deep
OC 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 ass off
Knuckle gaze crumblin' your glass jaw
Supreme figure, drink liquor
What team thicker?
The Big Picture be the motherfuckin' theme
Nigga!
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
Pray we don't clap your way
When the gats explode

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 shit
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 TEC at your dome
And leave you restin' alone
Go home and puff a fat bag
Of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga 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
Niggas don't want it with L, they like
"Anybody but him!"

Hoodied down with the MAC
Boogie Down where it's at
Fuck around, hear the sound of the gats
Wanna clown? We react
Fuck that! Do you know what you do
When you fool with Joey Crack?
I'm coke on the streets, I'm open for beef
I'm hopin' you reach so we
Can go with the heat
I'm like a nigga that you just can't kill
Niggas spittin' that hot shit
But just ain't real
Uhh! It's like you muh'fuckers
Frontin' for me nuthin' to see
When I'm the one you wantin to be
Lovin' the stee', come through plush in the V
Got niggas mad 'cause they payin'
While we fuckin' for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak that true shit that I know
Besides y'all don't want it with us
A hundred and plus killers that
Be lovin' to bust what the fuck?!

Yo, Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin'
Styles just switch like hips on gay men
Trips to the Caymans, rich and famous
Rhymes so hot, my spit be flamin'
Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up
Bitch talk slick, whole crew get hemmed up
My shit drastic, all type of tactics
Rip shit, flip shit, spit shit backwards
Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you
I kick shit like kung-fu
And I jam like guns do
You got one? I want two
Like water, I run through
Psycho, make you wanna change
Your whole mic flow
Floss it, givin' bitches lyrical abortions
Stay cautioned
My first shit was just a lil portion
I come back with more shit
Playback some raw shit
You can't rock, so I'mma take your spot
Make you forfeit