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    BIG L

    Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous 1995 ©

    Da Graveyard

    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"


    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




    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

    1995 ©


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