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One-two, y'all know, y'all know
(foxxx) alright, we gon' keep it movin (primo) check this out though! (foxxx) we gon' keep it movin, we gon' keep it movin Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up (primo) right you are (foxxx) you a true underground head You know what this mean right here baby This ain't motherf**kin ll cool j.. get it up! You know what this mean? It don't mean lazy motherf**ker either, get it up! aight? ! (guru) you ready prim'? (foxxx) it don't mean.. (guru) everybody keep your l up like that (foxxx) it don't mean nothing, but one thing Big l! "big l" big l! "big l" Big l! "big l, rest in peace" {*gangstarr's "full clip" live performance starts*} (scratches by dj premier) "big l.." (lord finesse) Throw that l up in the air! we gon' have you do this shit All motherf**kin night so get used to it. get used to it This is for my man big l, word 'em up "put ya l's up!" (4x) "big l.." "corleone.." "my-my-my nigga, my-my-my-my-nigga c-town" "my big brother big lee, holdin it down" (uh-huh) "flam-flam, flam-flam-flamboyant baby.." "for life!" "big l.." "for my man big l" .. "big l!!" (big l) Yo; you know the game plan C-town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands Still run with the same clan, used to be a kane fan ("mmm, mmm, mm..") everything I rock is name brand L'll make ya dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nuttin about l, so don't doubt l What's this motherf**kin rap game without l? Yo, that's like jewels without ice That's like china without rice Or the holy Bible without christ Or the bulls without mike Or crackheads without pipes The village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherf**ker (scratches by dj premier) "big l.." "corleone.." "my-my-my nigga, my-my-nigga c-town" "my big brother big lee, holdin it down" (uh-huh) "flam-flam, flam-flam-flamboyant baby.." "for life!" |
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| 3:21 |
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Ebonics
Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop And if you got rubbed, you got stuck You got shot, you got bucked And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus: repeat (2X) Speak with criminal slang -Nas That's just the way that I talk, yo Vocabulary spills, I'm ill -Nas Yo, yo A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook If you caught a felony, you caught a F If you got killed, you got left If you got the dragon, you got bad breath If you 730, that mean you crazy Hit me on the hip means page me Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats Condoms is hats, critters is cracks The food you eat is your grub A victim's a mark A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart Your apartment is your pad Your old man is your dad The studio is the lab and heated is mad I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus (2X) The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly A deuce is a honey that's ugly If your girl is fine, she's a dime A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine If you in love, that mean you blind Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill A very hard, long stare is a grill If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin' Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin' Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly To guerrilla mean to use physical force You took a L, you took a loss To show off mean floss, uh I know you like the way I'm freakin' it I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it Chorus (2X) Yeah, yeah One love to my big brother, Big Lee Holdin' it down Yeah, Flamboyant for life Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life |
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| 3:55 |
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Hey yo, the streets love me, man
And I love the streets So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit Ya know me better than that Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch rode me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Made singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What Word up man, them niggaz is hungry They ready to bite a nigga arm off Chorus: repeat (2X) All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out Niggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit' Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out What Fuckin' punks Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday Chorus (2X) Yeah Flamboyant Entertainment Big L, Rondell You know how we do One time Can't forget my partner Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down The overseer Flamboyant |
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| 4. |
| 2:28 |
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Big L - Deadly Combination (Feat. 2Pac)
Yes indeed - it's the mix king - Ron G I got somethin - the world - ain't ready for New York City - L.A. - Chicago - Atlanta D.C. - Detroit - New Orleans, y'all know the deal FLAVA!!!! [2Pac] Hahahahahaha! Yeah nigga! Yeah.. that's right.. BAYY-BAYY! That's how we do it [2Pac] Follow me tell me if you feel me I think niggaz is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til I'm gone Bitches be warned - word is bonb, you'll get torn I'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it This +Thug Life+ nigga, we don't cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do', with fo'-fo's.. hahahahaha, yeah nigga! +Thug Life+! [Big L] I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G. I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter with more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream [Big L] Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown [2Pac] Hahahaha, that's how we do it out here on this underground real shit nigga, it's the heat nigga Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it Deadly combination bwoy! |
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| 2:10 |
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(Big L)
One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch with both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head {*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool Fuckin chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool How come, you can listen to my first album and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from? (YEAH!) So what you actin for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun on your niggaz and rob every last one of you niggaz (Bobbito) YEAHHH! (What?) (Big L) I'm TIRED (Bobbito) For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad! |
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(Big L)
Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt) Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send them home Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown The other night around 8 P.M. Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM Went to the ATM, took a thou' out then later on I had to wild out In the club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips keep my celly on Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse So all you unsigned cats that want to battle; get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat That attitude - you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real L is rap's most livest cat I'm gettin stacks while you askin people, "Do you want fries with that?" I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced The one police wouldn't dare chase Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial Chorus: Miss Jones Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!") (Stan Spit) Stan Spit, yo, uh Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit I did a flick and bounced on L's shit Well shit, expect me to go platinum That's the only reason why I'm rappin And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen with no release date, I sell in each state I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak So what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thing My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring After platinum it's the same thing And niggaz'll never learn til I pull the steel and make they lover burn You don't get another turn, game's over Here's my flamethrower Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier Wait til I get older - and we won't stop I thought Mase told ya Nigga Stan he do what he gotta And these haters can't do me nada Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada Chorus (A.G.) Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at Now where the brews, and the drugs at? Corrupt cats kept slug hats Asked the feds where the bugs at Puff with the dread, cause I puff black High, til I die, and you can trust that All I wanna know - is the club packed? I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe And them niggaz who owe, give up that Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and OT Go 'head and provoke me Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin y'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill Clinton Chorus 2X (A.G.) Big L.. |
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Bust it
Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it's about 2 in the morn' I just finished doin a song Now I'm ready for sleep But first I want spaghetti to eat In this good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat Then I got a beep My voice is harsh, barely can speak I called back on the cell It's Coley, mad as hell He told me to listen well as he started to yell "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door" "Yo, say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge" "We goin' hurt those hoes" "And hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation These niggas fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill And he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Giss" "Oh, I didn't recognise you with your hat down Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out" "Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute And pull our gats out and throw our mask on We ain't leavin till everyone's dead and all the cash gone" "We goin to get our laugh on when we're through But right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it" Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk Put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her to listen up before she get hurt "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males What room they got?" She paused and said "212" Took the steps now I'm out of breath I gotta stop smokin Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase I felt disgraced, I should've shot the bitch in the face Then my other two niggas ran in Each had a cannon Ready to take care, how we done planned it "These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate" We know they got stacks Cause they don't move with nothin but weight We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use Then told 'em when this is over we be lettin 'em loose "Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face So I just had your back You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at" He gave me the address then I ran outside But first I took the keys to his van outside And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash I was dumb glad The sit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Coley done popped them punks "Hey yo', fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs" Man that's four bodies Two outta-towners and two hotties And after that we ain't sleep for three days We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
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| 2:47 |
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Artist: D.I.T.C. f/ Big L, Fat Joe
Album: D.I.T.C. Song: Da Enemy [Big L] I drive up and down Harlem blocks, iced out watch Knots in my socks, cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over too see if I'm drunk but I'm sober they wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat Talkin bout where the gun at, I been there and done that I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legit I love to see cars come cruisin bye and playin my shit I walk around with six thou' without a pist-al, my whole click's wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin laws I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours So get that flashlight out of my face To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that Chorus: Big L Why do I end up in so much shit I done came way too far to be callin it quits Jake wanna lock me up even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick [Fat Joe] Aiyyo enough's enough, federals try to set me up Put me in cuffs and crush what I lust into dust Plus, they want a nigga sewed, but they know Big Joey Crack ain't never rat a cat that he know Fo' sho', death before dishonor; I left the streets alone since Tone deceased it almost killed his mama So I'ma keep doin what I'm doin Pursuin my dream til there enough cream to start my own union And show these kids how legit it is Shit is real I used to steal but now I own several businesses So where's your witness that you claim to have, sayin that I'm takin half Extortin New York and not payin tax I'm layin back, playin the role, playin the low But it's the same ol Joe so don't get K.O.d Hey yo I'm gonna fry for what I never did or catch a heavy bid, why don't they just let a nigga live? Chorus 2X 'What would you do.. if the vicious enemy suddenly started comin at you.. armed to the teeth, and ready to kill you?' |
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(L) Yeah, check this shit out
(K) Kool G. Rap and my dog Big L (K) Holdin it di-down, ya heard? (Big L) Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all I make moves and boss all across the world so don't be upset if I toss your girl I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low Bitches sweat me wherever I go I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets Throwin the dice and takin all size bets Never bummy; sip rummy, get money When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O - what? Chorus: Kool G. Rap Yo - all of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at All of y'all weak people fall back G. Rap and Big L, we all that Goin back to back where they brawl at Swing and walk with tall bats Leavin big holes with small gats Have 'em all fallin where the wall at (Kool G. Rap) Yo, from the spot to the cellblocks Hot as hell blocks where shells pop Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth limpin Send you as a gift to the mortician if you forfeit livin - my fortune is forbidden I say it one time before spittin then I leave your forehead drippin I laid low then came back for more bread grippin More thread flippin More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose It's G. Rap comin back with a click of brave troops Have y'all niggaz runnin for homebase like Babe Ruth Have you holdin holes in your body like you play flute Lay you down til you get found up in the sprayed Coupe Prepare for the takeover - give you the face makeover the seedier row and sheet draped over Be found on the block with the street taped over or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower Corona Queens shakedown; I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound to trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town Lacin it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin the crown ya heard? Chorus 2X (Kool G. Rap) Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin it down with the hazardous Big L Knahmean? {*echoes*} |
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| 3:07 |
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(Intro)
Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check it [Big L] Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight Better watch me round your girl if you ain't fucking her right You damn player haters never want to see me blow Flamboyant Entertainment CEO Yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more When Lee come home, niggas can't live no more And ... I'm straight, keep a Harlem World mindstate I never lounge where you find Jake Surprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs, we go straight to the bar Leave 'em empty, I cruise through Harlem in an M3 Never pay for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Selling niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot, I'll wreck you and your young flock Keep the gun cocked, represent one block 139 nigga, the Danger Zone We quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome I'm known to kick a rough rhyme and rock much shine Yo I'm out, I done took up enough time We out, no doubt, you know how we do, Flamboyant for life [Chorus (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)] ("Big L!") "Corleone" "A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother" ("Big L!") "For real" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" ("Big L!") "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real" ("Big L!") "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" [Big L] Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust till your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can write it or recite it off the top of the dome However you want it is how I'm gonna give it to you, Big L style They brought it back to the streets cause that shit sell now So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place So I'm a lace the jewels up with nice brigettes Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks Y'all niggas better stop fronting cause I might get vexed And I'm a run up on y'all and slice ya necks With the machete, pockets heavy, slang more cane than Eddie I represent uno trece nueve Time is money so I stay late, I'm quick to sign a playmate Bust off like a tre-eight then vacate, uh [Chorus (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)] ("Big L!") "Corleone" "A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother" ("Big L!") "For real" "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" ("Big L!") "I'm a pimped-out nigga" "For real" ("Big L!") "Corleone is too advanced for y'all" (Outro (samples from Put It On - Big L (ft. Kid Kapri)) "I leave mics torn" ("Big L!") (Repeat til fade) |
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| 3:18 |
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(big l)
It's flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rollin dice I parked the ride so my nigga iroc can crash the lye spot And i'ma gamble until he come back - why not? Click-clack, cock the gat back, gotta be strapped The game was mad packed, mad cats pockets was fat They playin cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin less than a g yo, you know my steelo First I was losin then I started throwin headcrack After headcrack, got my bread back, jumped in my red ac' I'm waitin for my nigga to come out of the spot I see niggaz startin to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, 'hop the f**k in' On my face he saw the grin and said, 'how much did you win? ' I estimated about, 45 maybe 50 g's My man was hungry so I dropped him off at mickey d's Now I'm alone, headin home to rest my dome Spotted some niggaz trailin so I picked up the phone Called bones, I said, 'yo son, I'm on the run Need your help before I get done Meet me downstairs, bring your big gun' I don't believe this, this nigga said he can't make it Cause some bitch is in his house butt-naked And then he hung up And this supposed to be my man and he don't give a f**k That duck sold me out just to get a nut, what? I'm cruisin fast and they still behind me The same nigga who I won the money from, and his grimy crimey It's about to get, real hasty Grabbed the steel, took it off safety Cause I refuse to let these niggaz waste me I started to cruise fast, then stopped short and made 'em crash And now them fags is all bloody from the shattered glass And one of them had passed, when his face smashed the dash I was injured too, leakin with a deep gash I ain't panicked, I was quite calm Couldn't use the right arm, so I grabbed the gat with the left Walked up to the car the creep was stuck in the seat Looked at him, shook my head then started buckin my heat It's over now, cause both of these motherf**kers asleep I think I'm dyin, I'm feelin weak out on my feet But before I got some medical help, I had to catch a cab first To one-forty-first and bradhurst That's where bones live, walked in the buildin, staggerin Lookin tore down, shot his door down and beat his whore down From the look in my eye, he knew he would die Started to cry, stuck the gat to his head and said, 'why? ' Then he offered me, all of his cheese Then dropped to his knees and begged me please not to squeeze Then his brains got blast out, he's ass-out, then I dashed out Into the streets covered with blood, about to pass out The hospital's up, a couple of blocks, I'm on my way but Damn, here comes a couple of cops; I pulled out And started blowin they started blowin back I'm goin all out I ain't holdin back, I been to jail once and I ain't goin back I kept shootin, one shot caught a cop dead in his top The other pig ducked behind a big truck I was bleedin real bad, and couldn't stop it But still had the fifty thou' profit in my pockets The coast was clear, so I jetted to a park that was near Seen kids playin everywhere then threw the cash in the air I watched all of them, run for they share And all I can do was stare I got weak and fell on my rear Now I can hear the sirens, that means here comes the jakes But it's too late, I'm knockin on the pearly gates Yeah, casualties of a dice game Never gamble with snakes Let that be a lesson to ya Yeah, it's corleone y'all Yeah, it's flamboyant y'all Big l y'all, flamboyant baby, yeah Big l.. uhh Big l.. yeah, it's flamboyant y'all, yeah |
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| 12. |
| 3:38 |
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[intro]
yo yo what the fuck man? Big L takin over the streets Flamboyant Entertainment what y`all bout to witness Big L, Big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap othe Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild [Big L] Yo, I`m straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe you ain`t a big dog, you more lke toto, you got no dough I Smoke `dromixed with cocoa, strong as bolo I pack a fo-fo, platinum ro-ro Anti-homo, that`s a no-no so fuck po-po I push the seven-fo-oh, I`m with abich on doto Chip from here to Acapulco While y`all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even bick celabs, nigga fuck the feds MY underground niggaz, y`all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y`all can sign with me y`all can take me from the bottom and climb with me that`s fine with me, that`s how it was designed to be. [Hook] Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) [Big Daddy Kane] And cats stiil wonder can they get as hot ashe been That probably depend, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar spend cash Like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical Skins come in the hood, fippin the chiken and broccoli Timbs Niggaz come in the game, block they shot at the rim That ain`tin you the FUck you gon possibly win? I do it, "Booty Calls" on the Black STREET Teddy tip KEep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip Heavy with, styles that`s the deadliest Cats on that petty Shit watch how much lead he get you tryin to go places, chasin Oasis About nothin gettin Low wages Drink Hennessey with no chasers Right hooks(write hooks)like Joe Frasier`s I`m the bodaciois Body parts are big an like Schwarz-a-niggaz Smokin Garcia Vega tryin to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we lockin ass I`ma put it in your chest like a strockton pass Only out to earn Figures like we please but I don`t mind to burn niggaz like CD`s Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it Pardon me, bit I`m fuckin sickwiddit [Hook] Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) and we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) cause half of you niuggaz that`s rappin now (is wack to us) [Hook] other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild what y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild The game is called rap other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all MY whole, my, my whole crw wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L other Mc`s ain`t got a chance at all What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild my-my-my-my, my whole crew wild What y`all bout to witness Big L, big L, Big L |
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| 4:14 |
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(Big L)
Yo what's the deal miss? I'm sayin tho', let me know somethin right now Y'know we been dancin all night I been buyin you drinks all night and shit You goin home with a nigga or what? Tell me somethin! Uhh Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) Whattup miss, who you hidin wit? Who you slidin wit? Who you ridin wit? We can jump in the SL Rent a room at the best 'tel I make it last cause I sex well (Big L) Henn Rock and Alize I get drunk off Whattup miss? Get wit a real man and cut that punk off E'rythang gon' be alright I been - watchin you watch me all night I asked honey her name and she told me Celeste She had big breasts, honey had me harder than a Spanish test We on the dancefloor, gettin our boogie on I see the haters watchin me with they hoodies on Tryin to peep the ice under the sleeve I'm like, "It's time to breeze," told honey, "Let's leave" Took her to Ema G's(?), got some eggs and cheese Grits fishcakes and orange juice, freshly squeezed When she finished her meal, I said, "What's the deal for real - you goin home or you tryin to chill?" She got close, whispered somethin slow in my ear and it ain't hard to tell where we goin from here Yeah.. Chorus (Stan Spit) I ain't on that hatin stuff I was feelin shorty then the bitch told me she was datin Puff I'm a average nigga, then she said she was in the 6 my relationship, with that nigga called Jigga I'ma compete with that? I'm a corner nigga sellin crack Guess I gotta be a ballplayin nigga to bone Da Brat One bitch, I ain't even wanna f**k She runnin around, all open off Kurupt The hoe I thought, was gon' be real easy told me she got a man and he's some beatmakin nigga named Stevie What's wrong with these hoes? I'ma fly nigga I don't wanna go flip Mo' to Rah Digga or Miss Lopez, bitch no feds She used to be in the Bronx, rockin Pro Keds with some Dominican 'dro heads, ridin on top this on the back of mopeds, titties all out - what what? Chorus (Big L) Is yo' game rusty? Around yo' dame, never trust me Cause soon as you blink I'ma slide her off then bust three And I only lay pipe to dimes A lot of niggaz I know are takin care of kids that might be mines I love to go low, I'm freaky like that I never get caught creepin cause I'm sneaky like that, uhh It ain't my fault your girl be hoe-hoppin And matter of fact, the last time you gave her loot to go shoppin honey picked me up some dope shirts It's because of me why she's walkin crooked and her throat hurts I hate to wait, cause I'm not on the patient tip Just hit me off, we don't need a relationship And when you mention my name, it ring a bell Ask any female, nobody do it like L I met this chick Rhonda, who pushed the black Honda Took her to the crib and bombed her with this big brown anaconda Chorus 2X (Big L) Uhh.. Flamboyant Entertainment NFL.. one-three-nine, Lenox Ave Harlem shit, uhh That's how we do, yeah.. |
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| 14. |
| 4:33 |
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(Sadat X)
Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y'all Tight broads watchin The Guru, the great 'Dat X, and Big L Flamboyant for life (Big L) Check it, a year ago I did a show for some dough Puffed a bag of hydro then broke out on the low And on my way out, it was a female on my trail who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique" Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin to eat She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin to meet I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak Yeah right - it's all good, so I waited a week Then one night to my crib she decided to creep Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep I let her in before you know it we was doin our thang I drove her home, and said tomorrow give me a ring It was about a month later when she gave me a call with some bogus ass story that was off the wall Claimin she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul How is that? I wore a Lifestyle Chorus: Big L - (repeat 2X) Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today Watch out for games that these females play Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair You might get caught out there if you're not aware (Sadat X) I'm in the breed of the bad guy Get caught in a mad lie, come in your crib mad high Think about me with the smile on your face Think about me with my hand on your waist and think about me with your hair in your face Even caught a case fuckin witchu Had said some ol' slick shit, that had forced me to hit you Had you set up livin swell, how you gon' fuck my man L like we don't cross paths in these New York streets? But that's good, cause he's my man and we both shine and to say we don't love these hoes is a old line Honey just save some space in it so you can hold mine Her whole spine be twisted; things she did and how she kissed it I kinda missed it, think back on how we dissed it Now we two-fisted, she ain't never resisted Left it red and blistered, shakin I could slam it if it wasn't NO money makin Chorus: Sadat X (same as Big L) - (repeat 2X) (Guru) Word up - games, these girls nowadays they play many Techniques for gettin your loot, they got plenty Suck the skin off your dick, just for some ice and shit In the beginning they're polite, actin all nice and shit But honey got plans to be pushin your Land When she got you - she goes and fucks your man Understand? You gotta lay down the law A lot of broads is fraud, they'll set you up Baby Pah Some'll try to get you stuck up, some'll fake pregnancy Most are after the dough, and the fame basically Yo you can't make a hoe a housewife kid Pick the wrong chick - could be a lifetime bid A lot of cats be beefin over these honies Not me I keep it movin they ain't getitn jack from me Mack these freaks for your own enjoyment And one love to L we gon' stay Flamboyant Chorus: Guru (same as Sadat X) - (repeat 2X) (Guru) Heh, word up Yo son you better watch these little fast-ass little fancy-pants bitches with the thongs Heh, that's my word Yo, rest in peace to my man Big L, uhh Peace to the God Sadat X Guru, GangStarr, uhh Hold it down |
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(Big L)
Yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*) Hah, in the streets and in jail Yeah, yo it's your man Big L One-three-nine, Danger Zone I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me Check it out, uhh - bust it Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it's about two in the morn' Just finished doin a song Now I'm ready for sleep but first I want spaghetti to eat and it's a good Italian restaurant right up the street So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak I called back on the cell - it's Corle', mad as hell Told me to listen well as he started to yell "I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?" "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door" "Say no more, which one?" "The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge" "We goin' hurt those hoes" "AND hurt both of them kids" Now I'm in the Range Switchin lanes, doin a buck 'n change I can't wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames I reach the destination Grab the heat without no hesitation These niggaz fuckin up my reputation I saw Coleone holdin the chrome Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill and he had somebody else with 'em playin the cup Lookin like he can't wait to start sprayin shit up "Yo, who that in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs" "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your hat down Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out I hope you ain't scared, it's no time to back out We gon' take the backroute pull the gats out, throw the mask on We ain't leavin til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone We gon' get our laugh on when we through but right now we got a job to do" "So let's do it!" I stepped to the deskclerk Put the gat to her dress-shirt Told her listen up before she get hurt "They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males What room they got?" She paused and said "212" I took the steps now I'm out of breath; I gotta stop smokin Them cigarettes gon' be the cause of my death My heart beatin fast now, cause it's about to pop off Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon Ready to take care what we been plannin These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate We know they got stacks cause they don't fuck with nothin but weight We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use Then told 'em when this is over we'll be lettin 'em loose And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back "You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at" He gave me the address then I ran outside but first I took the keys to his van outside And when I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash I was dumb glad, the shit didn't fit in one bag So I got three, filled 'em all up to the teeth Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck When I got back, Corle' done popped them punks "Aiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs" Now that's four bodies Two outta-towners and two hotties And after that we ain't sleep for three days We hit the PJ's, split the money threeways Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded Celebratin nigga, heist completed |
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(O.C.) Phenomenon O.C.
(Big L) Big L, one-three-nine baby (O.C.) Diggin' In The Crates (Joe) Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin (ad libbed "uh" and "yeah" for 20 seconds) (O.C.) Yo, yo, yo I'm from a place where them niggaz don't, talk no shit where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click where the track stars come to warm up for a race Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, "Fuck them Jakes!" So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor walk away and come back without cats runnin off I'm a model hoe's wet dream, in her sleep Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record I'm like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards I pitch lines like fastballs Mush-out, rap my ass off Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker? "The Big Picture" be the motherfuckin theme nigga Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes Pray we don't clap your way when the gats explode Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. (repeat 2X) (Remi) Where Brooklyn at? (O.C.) Yo B-K don't play (Remi) Harlem World (O.C.) Where niggaz get the money all day (Remi) Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay (both) Triboro, so thorough, always (Big L) Where I'm from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice I'ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice I give young fools advice about the rules of heist When I rock 'gators, hoes be like, "Them shoes is nice" Dimes I'm willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone Go home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event when his album ain't even last long, it came and went I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggaz don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!" Chorus (Fat Joe) Hoodied down with the mac - Boogie Down where it's at Fuck around hear the sound of the gats Wanna clown we react.. fuck that Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack? I'm - coke on the streets, I'm - open for beef I'm - hopin you reach so we can go with the heat I'm - like a nigga that you just can't kill Niggaz spittin that hot shit, but just ain't real Uhh - it's like you muh'fuckers frontin for me Nuttin to see, when I'm the one you wantin to be Lovin the stee', come through plush in the V Got niggaz mad cause they pain while we fuckin for free Make Trizz a household, live what I told I only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah) Besides y'all don't want it with us A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust What the fuck? Chorus (Remi Martin) Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin Styles just switch like hips on gay men Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up My shit drastic, all type of tactics Rip shit flip shit spit shit backwards Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you I kick shit like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do You got one? I want two like water, I run through Pyscho - make you wanna change your whole mic flow Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions Stay cautioned - my first shit was just a lil portion I come back with more shit, playback some raw shit You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeit Chorus |
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