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
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
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"