Big L, Joey Bada$$, The Legendary DJ Ron G, BVNGS - Grants Tomb '97 (JazzMobile)

Yes, indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G Livin' large with Uptown 155 Wanna give a big-big shout out, goes out to the whole 139th Street This that new Big L (check it out) I keep a stash full of cash, puffin' grass with a dash of some hash Jeans be saggin' off half of my ass I keep it ghetto, still, I'm a fly fellow I love the cuties, no matter if they darkskin or high yellow My iceberg sweaters and leathers are raw I'm gettin' cheddar galore like never before I could pull a dime quicker than Dillinger could pull a heist I rock the blue face presidential full of ice Me and my crew is sick like the flu So what you gon' do, boo, when we come for you, huh? It ain't no callin' timeout Once I climb out the garbage can with two .9s out and blow your spine out Already know how our business go Everybody knows where we come from Niggas never go Gotta get back on road again Yellin' and workin', honin' in Since the beginnin', Uptown be spinnin' Thinkin' you could fuck with my swing I'm from the city where the gritty resides A menacin' sinister vibe once the villain arise Nobody slides, everybody dies, no regards for innocent lives Kiss 'em goodbye, fuck your top five, I'm rappin' like It's my last minutes alive, I got a different appetite You niggas really deprived, at least nobody's actin' like I ain't really that guy, somebody lyin' I'll diminish this pride, I'm from the tribe of the rap gods Ear to the throne, Joey is home and I ain't ever need a Cosign neither, I got here on my owns So take that bass out your voice, home, lower your tone Callin' all you phonies out, and it ain't over the phone Click, clack, glaow, how you like me now? I been the golden child, all of a sudden, they in denial I'm cut from a different textile, that Smith & Wesson will protect style And if you keep pullin' my card, that'll get you decked out Already know how our business go Everybody knows where we come from Niggas never go Gotta get back on road again Yellin' and workin', honin' in Since the beginnin', Uptown be spinnin' Thinkin' you could fuck with my swing (ayo) Word up, man Nowadays, these cats don't be representin' the microphone like they supposed to (straight like that) Word up, so we gotta take it back Only real niggas with skills should get deals, word up (right, fact) One love to the whole Harlem Clique Herb McGruff, Mase Murda, C.O.C., Killa Cam, Bloodshed, you know how we do Big-big shout-out goes out to the whole 139th Street Big Tom, the Danger Zone Little Lee, the whole NFL crew E-Jordan, Big Lee, Reg, Big L Wanna give a big-big shout out to the same gang crew The best style, alright now That's how we get to it