[O.C.]
  Ahh, you don't stop
  You don't stop, you don't stop
  O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop
  You don't stop, you don't stop
  Big L is on the other you don't stop
  You don't stop, and you don't stop
  Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop
  Check it out yo
  
  Yo.. I'm lookin for the big C-notes, like Al Pacino
  Here's a new slang word: you pussino
  What it means is just that: PUSS
  My nickname to some, know me as Mush
  Fly like a Testarossa, my God
  Do not attempt to diss me and my squad
  Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother
  I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other
  For those that know me, indeed I flow
  manuevers, like shells bust from a Luger
  Satisfaction, I bring the action
  Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction
  A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this
  finest, rap lord, Your Highness
  Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop
  on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, c'mere
  Ass swingin like a chandalier; like
  a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air
  Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard
  Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it
  
  Chorus: O.C.
  
  If you want it, we got it
  Ladies, spot it
  No doubt about it
  Fly and exotic
  When we on the scene it's a major plus
  And whoever facin us we dangerous
  
  Chorus
  
  [Big L]
  I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns
  One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down
  Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones
  that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah
  Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
  Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped
  This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got
  mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted
  You can see pal, it's all about me now
  Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle
  I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
  Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these
  Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon
  L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on)
  I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits
  I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch!
  
  Chorus
  
  [O.C.]
  Time to show, who get it on like soap
  Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow
  Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Ceasar
  Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said
  O.C.: Legendary already
  Rhyme flow cut like a machete
  First time rappers, I bust your cherries
  Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady
  The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict
  She stayed still and let me pump this dick
  Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in
  I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen
  Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay
  I'ma make you a M.I.A.
  Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw
  I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws
  When I rock it feel like you bein fucked
  on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores
  This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
  And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard
  
  Shaolin... "makin money"
  Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!"
  Queens and the Bronx... "makin money"
  Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!"
  
  [Big L]
  I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi
  I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi
  They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah
  with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star
  
  [O.C.]
  No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz
  lookin at my ice from the chain it swing
  In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don
  Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth
  
  [Big L]
  You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot
  So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop
  Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that
  Better chill cause on the real cats get killed like that
  
  [O.C.]
  Mmhmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz
  Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' Vegas
  Livin life to the fullest gettin rich ain't far
  Chillin with women bankin dough avoidin sluts and scars
  
  Chorus