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!
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!
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)
(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)
