1.Put It On
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 boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from army 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＊
2.M.v.p.
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!
It's big l,
Repeat 4x
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.
3.No Endz, No Skinz
Verse one：
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
Chorus：
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
Verse two：
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
Chorus 2x
Verse three：
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
Chorus 2x
Outro：
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).............
4.8 Iz Enuff
Yo
My crew is in the house
Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless
Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie
And i'ma set it like this
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
Don't 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
I'm from the alley, not the valley
I'm hotter than cali, wicked like harry
And fuck sally, i rather marry halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, i'm 5 thous'
Well, i'm flav, and i was down with the crime wave
Now it's time saved, yo, cause now i'm 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
I'm more rare, the mc in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that lord prayer
Power struck, terra drops the follow-up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts
For those that don't know, yo, i'm herb mcgruff
I'm on some murder stuff
And when i talk every word is ruff
Front on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag
Mc's are live, but i'm 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, i'm 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
I'm the fuck up outta here
Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but god bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now i melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag crews cause i'm bad news
In a mad move i'm servin brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown
Cause i'm a ？nomaticom？ for poems i slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, i'm mad nice
Aiyo, i'm quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fag's life
My swellin melon got niggas jealin
Aiyo, fuck bribes, i'm takin niggas lives like a felon
Yo, i bust chumps like a glock 10, when i drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when i rhyme i just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail
Yeah, ain't i nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd 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
Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section's 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, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, i break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took
I'm havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser
I'm 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
I'm in a daze and i'm so confused
＞from seein heads shake so many times the lead make
And mike boogie's next up, and keep my head straight
I should never rhyme cause every time i step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it's 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, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you're 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 it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when i burn they muthafuckin ass to ash
No need to question am i nice, cause it's a fact, friend
I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for mike
Now i'm 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
What's 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 that's representin in harlem
You know what i'm sayin？
And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crew
My crew
Word up
5.All Black
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
Chorus： big l (repeat 2x)
(ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or i'ma have your family dressed in all black
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, 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
Chorus 2x
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'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
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!
6.Danger Zone
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 punks 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 and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard
I run with a thievin squad, and none of us believe in god
Chorus： mcgruff, big l
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 carlito, we 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!'
Chorus 2x
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 rubbers 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 sweatsuit red
Chorus 2x
7.Street Struck
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
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
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
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
8.Da Graveyard
Intro：
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 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
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)
9.Lifestylez Ov Da Poor ＆ Dangerous
(everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
Did you think anybody in this town is any different？
They don't give a damn who gets killed
Just as long as 'the dice keep rollin
The hoes keep hoein
And the money keeps flowin')
My name is l, and i'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and lennox ave. there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why i carry gats
Yo, i'm a muthafuckin fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that i choose to live
Because to me it's all about a buck
I used to have a partner in crime by the name of chuck
We stormed the city, shootin shit up like frank nitty
We robbed kids and split the dough 50／50
One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
Then i murdered his ass and took his half
Because i'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no muthafuckin friends
If i catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, fuck that
Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
Takin orders from bob, sellin corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell i'ma make ends meet
Makin about 120 dollars a week？
Man, i rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other shit
Yo, i admit, i'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin canivin muthafucka
Breakin in cribs with a chrome bar
I wasn't 'poor', i was po', i couldn't afford the 'o-r'
I used to wait until it gets dark
And tell a nigga to strip, i wanna see some birthmarks
Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
I take all the funds, then i run down the street fast
I vicked this nigga named eugene
Took his brand new ring
Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
Once i was crusin in a beat-up ride
Saw this nigga named clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side
I told him, 'give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke？ ( ＊shots＊ ) now you're dead broke'
The big l was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, i'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a miller truck, cause i don't give a fuck
Some say i'm ruthless, some say i'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my house and i robbed him
Plenty and many brains i bust
Cause i was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous
Word
All of us from harlem
139
That's livin the lifestyle of the poor ＆ dangerous
Uknowmsayin？
This goes out
To my brothers
Big lee and don ice
Reggie reg, t.c., todd, lou, black tone
Whitey, ty speeder, ru dog, herb mcgruff
E-jet, g love, doc ring, slice and rich dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0
Lennox ave., troop
And i gotta say rest in peace to mate the skate, dog
And my man kerry
Peace
(now what kinda life is that for a child？
Now what kinda life is that for a child？
Now what kinda life is that for a fuckin child？
Word to mother
Fuck all that stupid shit
Controversial, not commercial, nigga)
10.I Don't Understand It
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
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
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
11.Fed Up With The Bullshit
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
12.Let 'em Have It 'l'
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 playin' rappers out like striped lees
Smoother than velvet
My lyrics are well writ
You sayin' 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 beatin'
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 a mag and leave a nag leakin' 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 callin' me shorty my name's l
Where raps are hotter than old ？
Mcs be talkin' about breakin' 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 puttin' harlem on the map
What's up cause i'm a stiggy star
Breakin' 'em up and then talkin' they heart
You better believe that big l is the man that be rippin'
microphones apart
I'm undefeated that's the stone truth
Cause battlin' me is like fightin' 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
I tried to bash 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 gangsta 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
Doin' something they ain't got no business doin'
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 buggin' 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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