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 sayin'?
And we swingin' sh*t for '92

[Verse 1: Big L]
Ah, check it out, yo
A-yo! Everywhere that I go, brothers know my f*ckin' name
I'm floorin' n*ggas, and I only weigh a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extortin' days
f*ckin' with me, a lotta n*ggas was sportin' shades
I grab the microphone and scar j*rks
n*ggas runnin' up (Put me on!), what the f*ck is this, Star Search?
I'm relievin' rappers like Sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke, then Big L'd be a buddha head
A-yo, I cruise real smooth like mopeds
I was rockin' mics since n*ggas was wearin' Pro Keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my di*k 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 a 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
Killin' n*ggas like a Klan member
You can't touch this, your rhymes are too darn weak
Front, and I'mma introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushin' the phattest 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*ck out!
[Verse 2: Lord Finesse]
Check it out
It's the brother you have to hear; stand up, clap and cheer
As far as runnin' mine, ain't nothin' happenin' here
'Cause I'm on some ruthless sh*t
It ain't over 'til the fat lady sing? I'mma shoot the b*tch!
I'm swift with this, it's ridiculous to get with this
When I kick some sh*t, I'mma cold flip the script
It's all systems go when I start rippin' shows
I swing and do my thing, and I'm comin' home with different hoes
I got game like Genesis
When I finish this, I can bag any ho on the premises
I spin into action like a whirlpool
Get wilder than a rapist in a Catholic all-girls school
'Cause I'm scorin' mine, never kickin' borin' rhymes
I'm livin' larger than my di*k in the mornin' 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 they hardest tactics
I hang 'em and use they ass 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 ass and make you all get messenger jobs
So write that sh*t in your column
Any rapper who wanna beef, motherf*cker's got problems
I'm out to make changes
It's the Funky Man, you know what my motherf*ckin' name is!
(Big L & Lord Finesse give shoutouts 'til fade)