Mr. Cheeks, Big L - We Got This lyrics

All right, let's get it on
We don't bring nothin' but the phat
Shit in New York type shit know what I mean?

No doubt

I've told you before you're
Too big! You're getting
Too big! The word has come down
It's not healthy to get too big!

Yeah! Flamboyant Entertainment

Bringin' nothin' but the street themes

One-three-nine
Don't get it twisted, the hood come first

Ayyo Big L, come on

Check it! My whole clique's theavin'


We roam the streets, cause it's stick season
This ain't the time to
Have your wrist freezin'
I might put the big gat to your six pack
Click-clack, let me get that
Make it quick black, skip the chit-chat
I'm takin' it all, I'm not leavin' a cent
Want everything out your pockets coward
Even the lint you better not budge when I
Point the semi at you
What's that, a carat in your
Ear? Then give me that, too!
I'm like Death
You never know when I might pop up
In your hood and let the Glock
Buck and shoot your block up
Go ahead, call the cops
And I'll tear the cops up
Cause, I don't give a hot fuck
If I get locked up
Ya'll know nothin' about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L?
That's like jewels without ice
That's like China without rice
Or the Holy Bible without Christ
Or the Bulls without Mike
Or crackheads without pipes
The village without dykes or
Hockey games without fights
I never hesitate to buck my gun
One-three-nine, ya'll know where the
Fuck I'm from
Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap
Remedy remember the real niggas from the NY
Me and my men high
Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness
Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this
Hittin' niggas with the remedy
Remember the real niggas from the NY
Me and my men high count the chedda
Bring nothin' but the hotness
Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this

Yo, I'ma real wolf
That's why you always see my face in the hood
Others is phony
So they ain't safe in the hood
I'm from where the real hustlers pile dough
The home of rich Rich Porter, AZ, Alpo
Where they shoot dice and puff
Wild dro and talk fly
Throwin' game at every chickenhead
Bitch that walk by
That's how we live, everyday, all day
From one-one-o' to one-five-five
From first Ave to Broadway
Harlem's soft? That's what they all say
Until they get murdered in broad
Day in a project hallway
You get cash, you get it your way
I get mines the fast and sure
Way: ski mask and four-four way
Take some wolf to your crib
And kick down your doorway go to the Hill
Stick a aww yay for a brick of raw weigh
I'm like Gotti to him
I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L
They be like: Anybody but him!
Ayyo, hittin' niggas with the real rap
Remedy remember the real niggas from the NY
Me and my men high
Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness
Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this
Hittin’ niggas with the remedy
Remember the real niggas from the NY
Me and my men high count the chedda
Bring nothin' but the hotness
Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this

We got this shit on lock
You know me, I be up on Big L's block

One-three-to-the-nine, kid

We be hangin' with my niggas
Every day I want the ex-po
Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down

Comin' straight from the streets

Back to Queens, be the same routines

Corleone and Mr cheeks

Hold the fort these niggas thought
We ain't comin'?

Yeah, Flamboyant

Representin' the Boogie Down
Man, tell me somethin'

Yeah, Flamboyant

We be comin' through what you see? What!

Uh, Flamboyant, ya'll

Somethin' in the rear? Yo we up in here!

Yeah, uhh, no doubt! Ha ha!