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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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Ayyo 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, then she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin me every five minutes MC's I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, 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 Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin "Free L!" What *Cuts by Roc Raida* [Chorus] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I been rockin mics since niggas was rockin Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" Aiyyo 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, niggas like "L when you commin out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife missin, I'm the nigga see was last seen wit Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they ass Crazy beefs 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 niggas 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 bumb nerd 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 niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin take out How you make out, you take the fake route You oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what! Chorus *repeat last line 5x* |
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Ayyo 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, then she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin me every five minutes MC's I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, 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 Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin "Free L!" What *Cuts by Roc Raida* [Chorus] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I been rockin mics since niggas was rockin Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" Aiyyo 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, niggas like "L when you commin out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife missin, I'm the nigga see was last seen wit Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they ass Crazy beefs 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 niggas 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 bumb nerd 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 niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin take out How you make out, you take the fake route You oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what! Chorus *repeat last line 5x* |
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