[Verse 1: 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 out, I just fuck they guts out Get my nuts out, then 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
[Hook] (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or I'mma have your family dressed in all black
[Verse 2: 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 niggas 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, pal But man you've been rappin' for years now And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec 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
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[Verse 3: Big L] Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats 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'mma 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 motherfucking problem child
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[Outro: Big L] This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas on my hitlist get your suits ready Hahahaha!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
