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    BIG L

    Harlem's Finest: A Freestyle History (Vol. I & Ii) 2003 ©

    Stretch & Bobbito '98

    I got some new shit for y'all to play to, ya know?


    Okay good Big L!


    Tell me if this was suffice, or if it's somethin mayo .. outta here


    This is the frosted flakes right here


    This is the Lord Finesse beat


    Yeah yeah


    Aight, i guess... it will work, it will work


    You can get jiggy with that?


    Yeah, yeah let me see, check it out


    You can ball with this


    One-two, one-two
    Kinda tired..
    Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit
    Aight check it out

    Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
    I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
    And I'm all about expandin my chips
    You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
    with both hands on her tits
    Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
    I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
    A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
    Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
    Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
    You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
    I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
    I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
    I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you
    be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
    Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
    or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
    I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
    Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
    Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
    You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
    (Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
    Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
    And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
    Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
    Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
    before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
    Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
    And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
    My game is, vicious and cool
    Fuckin chicks is a rule
    If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
    How come, you can listen to my first album
    and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
    (YEAH!) So what you actin for?
    You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
    Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
    You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
    I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
    Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
    I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
    I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
    I'm makin wonderful figures
    I don't fuck with none of you niggaz
    I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
    and rob every last one of you niggaz

    YEAHHH! (What?)
    I'm TIRED
    For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!


    You wrote... yeah... you where.. you where thinkin' bout somebody when you
    wrote that right?


    Nah, all my shit like that, 'cause latley niggaz been battlin' on the block
    latley


    I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody


    Yeah, yeah niggaz been up on some... (sharpened up the swords)


    You sharpened the pencils for that one


    Aight let me kick some more shit

    Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
    Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more
    Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Big L
    Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah
    Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Woo- Woooo!

    Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out

    Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
    But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'
    I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
    Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
    I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
    Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
    Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
    Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
    That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers
    You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
    It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
    I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Ouch
    Oh, word
    Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
    My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
    I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
    That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
    You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
    Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
    My life is far out, I got star clout
    Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
    You ain't a player, put that cigar out
    Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
    Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
    I rocked many stages and never got booed off
    I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
    For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
    Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
    And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
    We puff much izzy
    I do shit that only tough men do
    And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too
    Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
    No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
    Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
    You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
    How many dicks can your butt take?
    I ran through every bitch in my path
    I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
    Yo, I'm a take you out your misery Yeah right!
    And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book 'cause you're
    history

    Yeah


    Yo, I'm gonna give you my math
    Aight
    I'm gonna give you my math
    Aight
    Aight
    Yo, I'm gonna give you my history
    That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom
    Yeah
    'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
    Give me tape...' Not this one.


    Eh yo i want y'all to check out ... ya know, two new singles comin' up
    (Bobbito:We can play somethin' right now, whats up?)
    "Size Em Up" ... "Ebonics"

    2003 ©


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