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| [Big L]
once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props om killin corrupt cops, with motherf-ckin buck shots So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew 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 n-gga we do walkbys No one can match me, tax me or wax me you want me to write you some raps G just ask me Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood ecause it was no good, that sh-t ain't even go wood not the type to take
sluts out, I just f-ck they guts out Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out Me being a virgin, that's idiotic use if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it Once a n-
gga tried to stick me for six G's and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese
[Chorus: Big L x2]
(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
[Big L]
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 ucks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to d I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es F-ck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pa but man you've been rappin for years now and ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec n the shower's the only time you get your dick wet ll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin motherf-ckers on the Daily News I was a gangsta from the git-go Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe
[Chorus x2]
[Big L]
ver since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats d 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 b-tches I'm all about makin papes kid ed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did y 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 d on his door and shot his granny through the peepho That's the type of sh-t I'm on, word is bond t goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn now my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pa It's Big L, the motherf-ckin eProblem Child
[Chorus x2]
[Big L]
This goes out to all y'all b-tch-ass n-ggaz our mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't F-CK with m ause I know a good way to get your family together and I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherf-cker Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go tta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are And all y'all n-ggaz talkin that gun sh-t 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 n-ggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready Hahahaha! |
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