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