Get Yours

[Big L] 

Yeah, Big L, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs 

Flamboyent Entertainment, D.I.T.C. forever 

Word up, it's time to let these punk niggas know 

We gonna hit 'em like this, check it out 


Yo, while y'all standing on the corner bummy and high 

I'm out buying the finest things money can buy 

Cats fronting like they holding but them crabs is broke 

Chipping in for 10 dollar 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 running with thugs that bust slugs at the heat 

I be the MC who mad chicks be loving to meet 

And I'm not just a rapper, I got drugs on the street 

I swear you 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 trunks red, far from broke, got enough bread 

Mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothing Butt-head 


[O.C.] 

To the tic tic and you don't quit 

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit 

Being 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 (Repeat 2x) 


True indeed, L, I hear these niggas talking out their mouth slick 

Mad cause they bitches is all on our dick 

Peeping us out at the bar checking out what kind of champagne 

We sip, jealous of the ice on my wrist 

We pop Don and Crys, no less 

Hard pressed motherfuckers chipping in for White Star Moet 

Chickenheads flock around us, thug niggas protect us 

At the end of the night, all the hoes want to sex us 

While y'all stand stagnated with blue balls 

You face the song, "You'll Never Find" Lou Rawls, shit 

I don't fuck a nigga with two good hands and feet 

Be bumming and not surviving the streets 

Get your weight up, right now, we ain't promised later 

Do what you gotta do to get those big-headed papers 

Even if it means you need a team pulling a caper 

Instead of going out like Pushead & Black, straight up 


To the tic tic and you don't quit 

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit 

Being 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 (Repeat 2x) 


[Big L] 

Check it, my shit is so hot, I give the mic a heat rash 

I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat's trash 

I stay bulletproofed up, Benz couped up 

When it's cold I rock the mink or the Triple Goose stuff 


[O.C.] 

No doubt we're souped up, African as fuck 

Niggas can't touch what we're holding when it comes to the buck 

I push the double R, ride through the city like a star 

Dough bulging out my pockets like my dick be hard 


[Big L] 

I gotta go see Poppy and snatch his brick up 

But first I'm a smack this bitch up cause she's flash my six up 

I ain't the one to tax or stick up, cats get hit up 

Fronting on me, y'all niggas got nothing on me 


[O.C.] 

Yo let's double the cream and stay pop, and hold it for ransom 

Keep the bricks, sell 'em all, triple the pie, handsome 

Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown 

Tango and Cash, live niggas, Mush and Corleone 


To the tic tic and you don't quit 

Let no man stand in between you and your dough and shit 

Being 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 (Repeat 2x) 


[Diamond] 

I be up in the cut, up in some guts 

While you home busy stuck in a rut 

And wonder why you keep fucking it up 

I got your whole crew sucking it up 

And pussy cats ain't nothing but butt 

Better go back to cutting it up, putting it up 

Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt 

Measuring off brown niggas while I'm trucking it up 

And if you ever get ahead it ain't nothing but luck 

I'm the beat digger, 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 organized an all-nighty 

Sons call me "almighty" cause I'm nice with mine 

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 due to knowledge, uh