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Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond I leave mics torn when I put it on So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn C'mon put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on represent put it on, C'MON! Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz and get endz and commit sins with sick friends Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Ha ha, youse a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin wreck to the break of dawn And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on represent Put it on, c'mon put it on.. Some bwoy see me gun nozzle and tek me fi joke Bwoy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke! See me gun nozzle and tek me fi joke You gwan dead, from a bee you provoked I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle L you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on Big L, you gotta put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four and nine-oh-S, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin like this Big L, c'mon Lord Finesse He be puttin it on My man Buckwild He be puttin it on and on My man Fat Joe He be puttin it on Showbiz and A.G. Yeah they be puttin it on and on I can't forget Diamond D He be puttin it on The whole D.I.T.C. Yeah they be puttin it on and on And of course Kid Capri Yeah I be puttin it on The whole N.Y.C. Yeah we be puttin it on and on And I'm out *echoes* |
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| 3:39 |
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[Big L] A yo spark up the phillies and pass the stout Making quick money grip before your ass is out In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning You seen what happened in my last fight friend? iight then L's a clever threat, elerisis who never sweat, Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a chevelette And clown rappers I'm bound to slay I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way Yeah, cause I got all of them sprung Jack My girls are like boomer-rings No matter how far I throw them, they come back I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., I'm down with diggin in the crates And I'm M.V.P. yeah! [Miss Jones] It's Big L, Repeat 4x [Big L] Yo it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on their mix tapes And once again the man's back with a denged track So here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hand clap. I got juice like voco, mad crues I broke thru, niggas be getting mad cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to. And everytime I'm in a jam I always find a loophole, I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol. And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying sorcers No more iron horses cause I'm buying porches. I'm coming straight out the NYC peace to the Kid Carpi, I'm M.V.P. (Miss Jones): If rap was a game i'll be M.V.P., the most valuable poet on the M.I.C. If rap was a game i'll be M.V.P., the most valuable poet on the M.I.C. It's Big L (repeat 4x) (Big L): Battles I loose none I make crues run I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one. My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully, Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, and take your Pelle Pelle. I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find My silk boxers in your mommy's hamper. And nowadays girls want you for your money, I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you honey. And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick, I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill) I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., raps my job, and I'm M.V.P. |
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| 3:29 |
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Let me get to the point real quick When ya pockets are thick mad chicks be on a brothers tip When ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car all the ho's go sweat you like a movie star to get in ya pockets thats what the girls wanna do but if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you no matter how strong your rap you only nock boots when you got loot you on the map cause if you broke youll get a wack slut if you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt with fresh gear,long hair and a cute face and if ya live alone shes gonna pack her suit case and move in then ya start loosin all ya bucks soon your brothers a joke a not a rut? then she takes off and brakes off ya ho's gone, so long dear I'm outta here a good relationships been torn Cause when you on top everythings OK but when you broke you get no play If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots Girls of the 90's aint nuthin but crooks Its all about whats in ya pockets not how ya look that's why you cant talk to just any whore leavin brothers for the next man cause he's got a penny more they want a drug dealer not a scholar some girls barely speak but allways askin for a dollar and if you pushin a fresh Benz theyll be ya best friends yeah, as long as you collect endz you think shes all yours but as soon as your dough go your ho go now you solo but when you was makin papers sucker jumped ho's you bought dumb clothes for all of them bum ho's and you was takin em to the movies every weekend now that you dead broke the girls not speakin cause nowadays girls want you to crook the only thing they can get from Big L is a big.... Cause when you on top everythings OK But when you broke you gets no play If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots I tell it how it is cause im a goldfigga and I hate a money hungry girl a.k.a. golddigger it aint even funny some girls dont even know me askin me can they get some money I'm lookin nuthin like ya poppa I wouldnt give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a Whopper they wanna know why im so fly a girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye Chicks used to diss but now they wanna kiss Yo Showbiz I'ma break it down like this If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots If you dont got endz you wont be gettin no skinz And if you dont got money you wont skoop a honey If you dont got cash you wont be gettin no ass And if you dont got loot you wont be knockin no boots It's like that y'all, and that's a fact y'all I hit hoes from the back and dont give a jack y'all It's Big L y'all, I'm livin swell yall I do my famous, spell my name, ring bells y'all (If you dont got endz) Girls be frontin (If you dont got endz) They aint givin up nuthin (If you dont got endz) all the girls they ignore you (If you dont got endz) they act like they never saw you (If you dont got endz) |
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| 4:59 |
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My crew is in the house Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie And ima set it like this big l Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my smith-wes blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crews Dont get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt Im from the alley, not the valley Im hotter than cali, wicked like harry And fuck sally, I rather marry halle I revive crowds with live styles Dont hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, Im 5 thous terra Well, Im flav, and I was down with the crime wave Now its time saved, yo, cause now Im a rhyme slave In 87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed N.o. rated, rappers you no-made it Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated This nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter Im more rare, the mc in this warfare Put you in a morgue where its too late for that lord prayer Power struck, terra drops the follow-up Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts Herb mcgruff For those that dont know, yo, Im herb mcgruff Im on some murder stuff And when I talk every verb is rough Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise, break bones Then wind up bloody in a bodybag Mcs are live, but Im mad liver Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a afghan cab driver Step to this and get sliced with ease Ate up like rice and peas (herb, can you fight? ) yo, Im nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out Microphones I gotta tear Peace to big l, straight from hell Im the fuck up outta here buddah bless Aiyo, its time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like its plastic I rag crews cause Im bad news In a mad move Im servin brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown Cause Im a ? nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home Heres some advice, Im mad nice Aiyo, Im quick to lick the mag twice And cold take a fags life My swellin melon got niggas jealin Aiyo, fuck bribes, Im takin niggas lives like a felon big twan Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in The top ten is rocked when its locked in I just abuse the flow, dont need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show I got lines thats deeper than a jail Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail Yeah, aint I nasty, too nasty to trash me Bash me, aiyo, thats dead, so dont ask me Youd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout killa kam Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they sections 80 slaughter, son Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun But killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease cause once I release My crew from the east, we leavin at least 20 police deceased, its the beast on attack So make tracks, I break backs I jack with def gats and black macs On lennox ave. aint no light looks, you fight crooks Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took trooper j Im havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser Im blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys And I pack more rallys than riots back in cali And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse Im in a daze and Im so confused >from seein heads shake so many times the lead make And mike boogies next up, and keep my head straight mike boogie I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like its a bomb threat Cause they know when I start droppin poems That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home Word to god, its kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if youre comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask and crutches And niggas, I dont need a gun for you, none of you Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2 And its death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash No need to question am I nice, cause its a fact, friend I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10 And niggas aint half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they aint no match for mike Now Im bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough True, true And before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to d-whiz and short man Brothers that was there since the beginning Whats up to rockin wheel from the hard pack crew Peace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crew The best out crew, the m&m crew And all the other crews thats representin in harlem You know what Im sayin? And last but not least I gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crew My crew Word up |
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| 4:21 |
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[Big L] Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props from killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys No one can match me, tax me or wax me If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood I'm not the type to take sluts, I just fuck they guts out Get my nuts out, break the fuck out Me being a virgin, that's idiotic Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black [Big L] I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief or catch a buck shot to your domepiece I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors Step to this, and get left with a face full of tears pull but man you've been rappin for years now and ain't make a hit yet, your flock better split set In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News I was a gangsta from the git-go Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe Chorus 2X [Big L] Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beasts And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin bitches I'm all about makin papes kid I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn' You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal It's Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child Chorus 2X [Big L] This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggaz So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't FUCK with me Cause I know a good way to get your family together and I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are And all y'all niggaz talkin that gun shit and won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk! Word, I'm bout to get up out of here Yo I'm out B, yo peace man I gotta get this money So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready Hahahaha! |
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| 3:36 |
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Stealing runs rampant in Harlem Gambling runs rampant in Harlem All types of evils and uhh, vices that terrified our community run rampant in Harlem The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like Reverand Swaggart L's the nigga that crime follows I'm hittin fine models and stabbin folks with broken wine bottles I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch Always sprayin Tecs, because I be stayin vexed Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin threats I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin Put his brains in the street Now you can see what he was just thinkin I'm chokin enemies til they start turnin pale Satan said I'm learnin well, Big L's gonna burn in hell Front nigga start it cause your rap style ain't even hard I run with a fevered squad, and NONE OF US believe in God Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray FUCK how Lethal be doin shit, the devil son's way Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill I'm takin lives for a great price, I'm the type to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin, "Mommy Big L is comin to get me!" Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin up "Can I get your autograph L?" No bitch, I'm off duty I'm breakin hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged I never wear, brothers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it! A beef with me, you better prevent it cause in a minute I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed and gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob' Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special ed so I suggest you spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweats to red Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the Danger Zone Where no man can withstand or hold his own |
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| 4:09 |
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[Big L] Yeah, it's the Big L Comin at you once again, in nine-five And I dedicate this one to all my peoples from Uptown.. and everywhere Check it! Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen You never know when you gonna get wet Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs Instead of goin to school, they'd rather sell drugs It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one Because it's gonna catch up witchu in the long run Brothers be all up on us, actin stupid, gettin lifted They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted In other words, they got TALENT; but they'd rather sell cracks and bust gats and run the streets actin violent To them it's all about hittin skinz and makin some easy green Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut They don't give a (WHAT?) cause they street struck Chorus: Big L You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time [Big L] Before the rap contract, I was sellin crack Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into alla that I started rappin and got nice as hell If it wasn't for this I might be doin life in jail And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin 'caine If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go 'head and do your thang But with the cash profit make an investment And try not to go to the grave like the rest went Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars What good is that, if you're dead, or behind bars? And yo it's not even funny I've seen a lot of my peers give up they careers for some fast money They could've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt They had dreams but gave em up cause they street struck Chorus: repeat 2X [Big L] I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time I'm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beats Or either callin up some freaks to bone But word up, I try to leave the streets alone But it's crazy hard kid, in other words, it's spooky The streets be callin me, like the crack be callin Pookie It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk Cause where I'm from -- you can choke from the gunsmoke Stay off the corners; that might be your best plan Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man Or end up with a deep cut Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struck Chorus: repeat 2X [Big L] Worrrd up! Aiyyo take it from me, the Big L Cause I been through it all, youknowhatI'msayin? Stay off them corners you'll stay out of trouble And I gotta say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streets I'm outta here |
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| 5:24 |
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It's the number one crew in the area. Big L be lightin' niggas like incense Gettin' men lynched to win tits I'm killin' infants for ten cents Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English I'm makin' ducks shed much tears I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas After you you're gonna get scared next And if ya squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Getts A tech nine is my utensil Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from New York to Canada Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell So don't try to front troop When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so Protect Ya fuckin' Neck nigga Not a role model I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack It ain't shit you can tell me Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' LP It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" Yo I got a death wish That's why I talk so much motherfuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the four fifth ? no need to lie or cry it's time motherfucker to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats Cause the Microphone let's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose )From 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One two everybody's through The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm decked to hawk shit and talk shit Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun The way I rock No way you could stop I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone better hold ya own Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic Bitches will treat me like Onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block fuck a glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" It's the number one crew in the area "Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard" Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy So mess around you'll be a dead man I get hype Tonite's The Night like Redman Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel Head Or Gut like Illegal So what cha want? Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap I'm leavin' caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked Nigga we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the west is Fuck suggestions I'll blow out a niggas intestines Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you sayin' hop? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I shoot your spirit now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left You better put a target on your head cause you're marked for death (echo) |
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(Verse 1)
There are too many MC's who are overrated You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is So give it up, become a actor or a actress Or a producer, cause you fail to use the Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names But deep down inside you know who you are Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar And that really gets on my nerve When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve Goin platinum and don't have no soul Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold I don't like the way it's goin down Because it should be the other way around I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) How MC's take this rap game for granted (Verse 2) MC's - what's goin on? I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform One minute you're hardcore and raw That's what you was known for, but not no more You changed, you rearranged You're not the same, your raps are blame That explain why you lost your fame Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops You turned pop, now you no longer gain props Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack So MC's, don't ever step out your range Remain the same And only change with the time Unless you get dropped like a dime Go for yours like I'm goin for mine But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper And never try to look or even sound like another rapper Just fulfill your own needs Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds? I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) How MC's take this rap game for granted (Verse 3) This is how it should be done I'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gum But some MC's grab the mic and sound dumb Plus slum (How come?) Rap skills they have none And I wonder how the hell they records sell They raps are stale and frail They're forced like fairy tales Your technique and everything you speak's weak You got a little airplay because of your beats Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black Step to this and get ran over like train tracks Your raps border wack, and you went on tour with that Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lack I got more soul that Nike Airs, givin MC's nightmares Rappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs But still call themselves MC's Please, how could that be? I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) I don't understand it (I don't understand it) How MC's take this rap game for granted I don't understand it |
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Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses Then one day they slow rolled through the hood With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good They say that my skin was black so they attacked Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap One murdered my man like it was okay For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life And never again see the street lights, and that's trife Around my way they shot many teens And them cops better stop, or i'ma stop em, by any means The big l won't hesitate to cold diss em And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system There are too many young black brothers doin life bids Cause justice means 'just us white kids' So take heed to the rhymes I kick I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up (aw, shit) Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason You're just gettin home from work And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk Niggas in the streets got tough luck First they get cuffed up Then get roughed up, and that's fucked up This every day, not every other week Listen when this brother speak Muthafuck turnin the other cheek Or you'll be layin in a pine box Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine glocks I'm not only fed up with the cops I'm only fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop They don't care if it's snowin First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight But I caught him at the light And put a bullet right through his windpipe I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick Cause I'm fed up with that bullshit |
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Hook:
Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (let 'em have it l) what? (give it to 'em l) yeah (x3) (let 'em have it) Verse 1: A-yo I'm serious I'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots No other writes rhymes like these, I'm cool as a light breeze I'm playing rappers out like striped lees Smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well writ You saying L's this and L's that, Get off l dick I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys And we do drivebys in 325 i's I had beef with this thief named Randolph Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed So you better leave L alone Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beating Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and Every crab mc that runs up, when a battle comes up Give me two thumbs up Hook Verse 2: I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings Yo it's all about me it's a B.I.G. L thing The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time One two one two crews I run through Fuck karate big l practice Gun Fu Cause I'm a MC assassinator I grab the mag and leave a nag leaking like activator Step to this and get shanked up I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt And I entertain well because of my brain cells I'm naughty and stop calling me shorty my name's L Where raps are hotter than old Bahamas Mcs be talking about breaking jaws when they couldn't break a promise With Big L you can't swing long So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song Hook Verse 3: The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap Matter of fact black I'm putting Harlem on the map What's up cause I'm a stiggy star, breaking them up and then talking they heart You better believe that Big L is the man that be ripping microphones apart I'm undefeated that's the stone truth Cause battling me is like fighting a gorilla in a phone booth I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide A punk brother died cause he tried To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast He tried to dash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom) I make a lot of doe, I'm quick to spot a foe Even if my grandma violate she gotta go When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy Cause I'm a ruff rugged gangster not a pretty boy Facts on tracks I recite well Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L Hook Big L outro: A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner Doing something they ain't got no business doing I gotta say what's up to s&s, doo wop, and the bounce squad Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhati'msayin'? Like box and herb and Big Sid A-yo L you must be bugging b You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes b Big L: Oh yeah we gotta say what's up to the hoes man Word up let's go see our p.o. |
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