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lord finesse - yes you may (rmx) 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-t for ’92

[big l]
ah check it out, yo
ayo everywhere i go, brothers know my f-cking name
i’m flooring n-ggas and i only weight a buck and change
i gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days
f-cking with me, a lotta n-ggas was sporting shades
i grab the microphone and scar jerks
n-ggas running up (put me on!) what the f-ck, is this star search?
i’m relieving rappers like sudafed
and if the microphone was smoke then big l would be a buddha head
ayo my crew’s real smooth like lopez
i was rocking mics since n-ggas was wearing pro keds
i only roll with originators
chicks stick to my d-ck like magnets on refridgerators
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-ggas 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!lling n-ggas like a klan member
you can’t touch this, your rhyme’s to 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 try
but they fell cause my techniques are liver
i’m so deaf 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-ck 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-t
it ain’t over til the fat lady sing? i’m a shoot the b-tch
i’m swift with this, it’s ridiculous to get with this
when i kick some sh-t, 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 hoe 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 d-ck in the morning time
i get paid and laid on a good night
me take a loss? that sh-t don’t even look right
brothers couldn’t win against me with their hardest tactics
i hang ’em and use their -ss for target practice
if you think you can troop, go recruit your team or group
we can battle for some loot, sh-t
i take you, and plus the rest of your squad
bust your -ss and make you all get messanger jobs
so write that sh-t in your column
any rapper who wants beef, motherf-cker’s got problems
i’m out to make changes
it’s the funky man, you know what my motherf-cking name is…

(lord finesse and big l give shoutout til fade)

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