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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
[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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
Yo
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
[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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
[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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
(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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous (1995)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Big L - The Big Picture [Explicit Version] (2000)
(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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from Redman - Ill At Will/ Mixtape Vol.1 (2004)
(Verse 1: Redman)
Word is bond, Redman make the eardrum I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it? Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my (Tactics is a tool, kids actin' like a fool) That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!" My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow! Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body The spirits of other MC's, Rucka center party Cause, you being, the man that I am I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my laugh on You fuck around and woke up, with ya stash gone How I spaz on niggaz is ugly You got the game fucked up on makin' the money See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice That's why I'm Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long Yo, toast the niggaz that passed on Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it! (Chorus 2X) I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income You win some, you lose some, but you never run (Verse2: Redman) (? Come on) Redman it's the war head; BOOM! Nigga I don't die, I was born dead Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up like a born loser The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it I'm hearin' voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic" I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga (And I don't stop, until I squirt) Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task (Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of god That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar You niggaz too hard and not ready to scrap Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you better than that Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique With 35 KO's nigga (I'll make it 36!) (Chorus 2X) (Verse 3: Redman) Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter Takin' ya breath when I drop ya I feel for you (? try to test me) You a waiteress set of an MC, check please (I waited way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack Niggaz want it back, Triggas on the map Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap (If I was just broke you wouldn't notice me) Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man No body really planned to fail, you really failed the plan Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand My music's killa, your's girlie; Scram! I can hang out in the same place as my fans Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I swam Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat That's why.. (Chorus 4X) |
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from Big L - Flamboyant [single] (2000)
(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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from Big L - Flamboyant [single] (2000)
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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from Big L - Flamboyant [single] (2000)
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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from Who's The Man In The Master Plan [Clean Version] (2002)
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It's the number one crew in the area. Big l: 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 by 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 Lord finesse: 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 Hook: It's the number one crew in the area "known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard" (x2) Microphone nut: 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 Jay-z: 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 Hook (x2) Party arty of ghetto dwellaz: 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 Big l: And that's how we do. so y.u. grab the gat and let loose Y.u.: 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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from O.C. - Half Good, Half Sinner (2010)
(O.C.)
Ahh you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop Big L is on the other you don't stop You don't stop and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop Check it out yo Yo.. I'm lookin for the big C notes like Al Pacino Here's a new slang word: you pussino What it means is just that: PUSS My nickname to some know me as Mush Fly like a Testarossa, my God Do not attempt to diss me and my squad Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other For those that know me, indeed I flow manuevers, like shells bust from a Luger Satisfaction, I bring the action Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, c'mere Ass swingin like a chandalier; like a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it Chorus: O.C. If you want it, we got it Ladies, spot it No doubt about it Fly and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin us we dangerous Chorus (Big L) I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted You can see pal, it's all about me now Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on) I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch! Chorus (O.C.) Time to show, who get it on like soap Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Ceasar Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said O.C.: Legendary already Rhyme flow cut like a machete First time rappers, I bust your cherries Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict She stayed still and let me pump this dick Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay I'ma make you a M.I.A. Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws When I rock it feel like you bein fucked on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard Shaolin... "makin money" Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!" Queens and the Bronx... "makin money" Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!" (Big L) I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star (O.C.) No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz lookin at my ice from the chain it swing In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth (Big L) You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that Better chill cause on the real cats get killed like that (O.C.) Mmhmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' (Acura) Vigors Livin life to the fullest gettin rich ain't far Chillin with women bankin dough avoidin sluts and scars |
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