Big L - Day One '99 (Live From Amsterdam) lyrics

[Talk] [A.G.] We here, I'm here. Big L here. I'm here. We representin DITC So you know we gotta come take it on some DITC sh** [Big L] Hey hold up, hold up, hold up [A.G.] The crew ain't here but we always represent for the crew [Big L] Hey hold up, before we get into this next sh** Y'all know the chorus to this sh** or what right I know y'all know the chorus to this sh**, right [A.G.] Most these rap cats [Big L] Don't know where it started, where it came from We been reppin this sh** [Both] since Day One Diggin In The Crates originators Why n***as playa hate us Knowin damn well they can't fade us [Big L] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Both] Like that y'all [Big L] I'mma change my verse up, f** that I'mma kick the '99 version of this sh** Check it out. Let y'all know I ain't to be f**ed with Check it out [A.G.] My n***a Big L {Big L} My whole clique thievin The wolves out because it's sic season This ain't the time to have your wrists freezin I might throw the big gat To your six pack Click clack Let me get that Make it quick black f** the chit chat Why y'all test Knowin these hot slugs will fry y'all flesh Taxin f*ggots like the I-R-S I used to front But never really rich You silly b**h Push willy whips Like the white Volva Front on Corleone, ya life's over I bought my main girl an ice choker Catch her cheatin and I might smoke her I make the right words blend Pimp these hoes like I'm Iceberg Slim And if I go to jail I might serve ten Clowns I disrespect Throw this gun in they face, make 'em kiss the tek Then I snatch the ice off they wrists and neck You better not budge when I point the semi at you What's that? A karat in ya ear, then Gimme that too sh**, I'm takin it all I'm not leavin a cent When everything out yo pockets f*ggot Even the lint You know the game plan AG, that's my main man We never bring luggage We go shoppin when the plane lands Still run with the same clan Used to be a Kane fan Everytihng I rock is name brand Element, ya dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget's sips I run with the richest cliques f** the thickest chicks Plus drop the sickest hits You know nuthin about L So don't doubt L What this motherf**ing rap game without L Yeah, that's like Jews 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 AZ: (Day One chorus, fade out)