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    BIG L

    Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous 1995 ©

    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

    1995 ©




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