The Triboro lyrics

[Intro: O.C., Big L, Fat Joe]
Phenomenon O.C
Big L, 139, baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah, yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where them n*ggas don't talk no sh*t
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 n*ggas yell, "f*ck 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 f*ck scenes, me goin' deep
O.C. 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 motherf*ckin' theme, n*gga!
Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes
Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode

[Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.]
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
[Verse 2: Big L]
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 sh*t, but they still on my di*k
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 n*gga 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
n*ggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"

[Chorus: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.]
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Hoodied down with the MAC
Boogie Down, where it's at
f*ck around, hear the sound of the gats
Wanna clown? We react
f*ck 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 n*gga that you just can't kill
n*ggas spittin' that hot sh*t, but just ain't real
Uhh! It's like you muh'f*ckers frontin' for me
Nothin' to see, when I'm the one you wantin' to be
Lovin' the stee', come through, plush in the V
Got n*ggas mad 'cause they payin' while we f*ckin' for free
Make Trizz a household, live what I told
I only speak that true sh*t that I know
Besides, y'all don't want it with us
A hundred and plus killers that be lovin' to bust
What the f*ck?!

[Hook: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.]
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
[Verse 4: Remy Martin]
Yo, Remy 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
b*tch talk slick — whole crew get hemmed up
My sh*t drastic, all type of tactics
Rip sh*t, flip sh*t, spit sh*t backwards
Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you
I kick sh*t 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' b*tches lyrical abortions
Stay cautioned, my first sh*t was just a lil' portion
I come back with more sh*t, play back some raw sh*t
You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot, make you forfeit

[Hook: Remy Martin, O.C., Remy Martin & O.C.]
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!
Where Brooklyn at?! Yo! BK don't play!
Harlem World! Where n*ggas get the money all day!
Boogie Down Bronx – specialize in gunplay!
Triboro! So thorough! Always!

[Outro: Big L]
Right now the Harlem World is shining, know what I'm saying?
I mean, everything is timing, y'know what I'm saying?
And right now, it's Big L's time
So, it's gonna happen, y'know what I'm saying
Regardless, it's gonna happen
I can promise n*ggas, I'm gonna flatten them when I'm around
It's like, y'know all is timing
Word up to the legendary one and only NFL crew, 139 & Lenox!
Big L, D.I.T.C. forever! Flamboyant Records, baby!
(Y'all better lookout for Big L!)