Big L - Yes You May (Funk Flow Mix) lyrics

[Lord Finesse] Yeah, now check this out Now what we have here is the "Yes You May" remix, right? But Percee P and my man A.G. ain't here And I got my man Big L in the house, you know what I'm saying? And we swinging sh** for '92 [Big L] Ah check it out, yo Ayo everywhere that I go, brothers know my f**ing name I'm flooring n***as and I only weigh a buck and change I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days f**ing with me, a lotta n***as was sporting shades I grab the microphone and scar jerks n***as running up (Put me on!) What the f**, is this star search? I'm relieving rappers like Sudafed And if the microphone was smoke then Big L would be a buddha head Aiyo my crew's real smooth like mopeds I was rocking mics since n***as was wearing Pro Keds I only roll with originators Chicks stick to my dick like magnets on refrigerators I'm a crazy mean lyricist Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter n***as hear me and take notes like a news reporter I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender k**ing n***as like a Klan member You can't touch this, your rhyme's too darn weak, front And I'm a introduce your brains to the concrete I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride To take me out, troop, even the baddest tried But they failed cause my techniques are liver I'm so def I need a hearing aid with an equalizer You tried to hit a home run but you struck out My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the f** out [Lord Finesse] Check it out, it's the brother you have to hear, stand up, clap, and cheer As far as running mine, ain't nothing happening here Cause I'm on some ruthless sh** It ain't over til the fat lady sing? I'm a shoot the b**h I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this When I kick some sh**, I'm a cold flip the script It's all systems go when I start ripping shows I swing and do my thing and I'm coming home with different hoes I got game like Genesis When I finish this I can bag any ho on the premisis I spin into action like a whirlpool Get wilder than a rapist in a Catholic all-girls school Cause I'm scoring mine, never kicking boring rhymes I'm living larger than my dick in the morning time I get paid and laid on a good night Me take a loss? That sh** don't even look right Brothers couldn't win against me with their hardest tactics I hang 'em and use their a** for target practice If you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group We can battle for some loot, sh** I take you, and plus the rest of your squad Bust your a** and make you all get messanger jobs So write that sh** in your column Any rapper who wanna beef, motherf**er's got problems I'm out to make changes It's the Funky Man, you know what my motherf**ing name is (Lord Finesse and Big L give shoutout til fade)