Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous

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Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go "Boom, boom" and yo' guns go "pow pow"

I'm known to have a hottie open

I keep the shotty 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 Whoopi

I run with sturdy cliques

I'm never hittin' dirty chicks

Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36

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!

Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!

Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!

Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!

Nobody can take nothin' 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 a shotty

Got more cash than Gotti

(You don't know?) You better 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 skins

And get ends and commit sins with sick friends

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter

You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga

I flows, so one of my shows 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

In this song, 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 a me you provoke

I drink Moët, 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' in Harlem and 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 sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond

Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn

'Cause we put it on, adiós, 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 ond 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

On the mic is Big L, on the mic is Big L

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Ayo, spark up the phillies and pass the stout

Make it quick money grip or your ass is out

In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightning

You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? A'ight, then

L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat

Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette

And clown rappers I'm bound to slay

I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way

Yeah, 'cause I got all of them sprung, Jack

My girls are like boomerangs

No matter how far I throw them, they come back

I'm coming straight out the NYC

I'm down with Diggin' In The Crates and I'm MVP

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, if rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, it's a must that I get papes

Peace to all the DJ's who gave me love on they mixtapes

And once again, the man's back with a dance track

So here's your chance, Jack, to get loose and let your hands clap

I got juice like Boku, mad crews I broke through

Brothers be mad 'cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to

And everytime I'm jammed I always find a loophole

I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol

And my raps are unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers

No more iron horses 'cause I'm buying Porsches

Coming straight out the NYC

Peace to the Kid Capri, I'm MVP

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, if rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, if rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Battles, I lose none, I make crews run

I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one

I run up like Machine Gun Kelly with a black skully

Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle

I'm the neighborhood lamper, punani vamper

Mess around you'll find my silk boxers in your Mommy's hamper

And nowadays girls want you for your money

I'm like Hev, I got nothing but love for you, honey

And since I'm looking slick and my pockets are thick

I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill)

I'm coming straight out the NYC

Rap's my J-O-B, and I'm MVP

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, if rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

If rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Yo, if rap was a game, I'll be MVP

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C

Big!

Let me get to the point real quick

When your pockets are thick

Mad chicks be on a brother's tip

When ya sporting jewels and driving in a groovy car

All the ho's gonna slut you like a movie star

To get in your pockets that's what them girls wanna do

But if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you

No matter how strong your rap

You only knock boots when you got loot in you on the map

Cause if you broke you'll get a whack slut

If you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt

With fresh gear, long hair and a cute face

And if you live alone she's gonna pack her suit case and move in

Then you start losing all your bucks

Soon you broke as a joke and out of luck

Then she takes off and brakes off

Your ho's gone, so long dear

I'm outta here a good relationships been torn

Cause when you on top everything's okay

But when you broke you gets no play

If you don't got endz you won't be getting no skinz

And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey

If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass

And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots

Girls of the 90's ain't nothing but crooks

It's all about what's in your pockets not how you look

That's why you can't talk to just any whore

Leaving brothers for the next man, cause he's got a penny more

They want a drug dealer not a scholar

Some girls barely speak but always asking for a dollar

And if you pushing a fresh Benz they'll be your best friends

Yeah, as long as you collect endz

You think she's all yours

But as soon as your dough go

Your ho go, now you solo

But when you was makin' paper selling jumbos

You bought dumb clothes for all of them bum ho's

And you was taking em to the movies every weekend

Now that you dead broke the girls not speaking

Cause nowadays girls want you to trip

The only thing they can get from Big L is a big...

Cause when you on top everything's okay

But when you broke you gets no play

If you don't got endz you won't be getting no skinz

And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey

If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass

And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots

If you don't got endz you won't be getting no skinz

And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey

If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass

And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots

I tell it how it is cause I'm a bold figure

And I hate a money hungry girl, AKA: gold-digger

It ain't even funny

Some girls don't even know me asking me can they get some money

I'm looking nothing like your poppa

I wouldn't give a chick 10 cents to put cheese on a Whopper

They wanna know why I'm so fly

A girl ask me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye

Chicks used to diss but now they wanna kiss

Yo Showbiz I'mma break it down like this

If you don't got endz you won't be getting no skinz

And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey

If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass

And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots

F you don't got endz you won't be getting no skinz

And if you don't got money you won't scoop a honey

If you don't got cash you won't be getting no ass

And if you're not clocking loot you won't be knocking no boots

It's like that y'all and that's a fact y'all

I hit hoes from the back and don't give a jack y'all

It's Big L y'all, I'm living swell y'all

I do my thing, that's why my name ring bells y'all

If you don't got endz, girls be fronting

If you don't got endz, they ain't giving up nothing

If you don't got endz, all the girls ignore you

If you don't got endz, they act like they never saw you

If you don't got endz

Yo

My crew is in the house

Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless

Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie

And i'ma set it like this

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked

You better surrender before you get smoked

You niggas be thinkin this kid is a joke?

I put chumps to rest fast, when my smith-wes' blast

So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap new york rules, I sport jewels and extort crews

Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse

I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk

So stay alert, no smoke, cause these knuckles hurt

I'm from the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than cali, wicked like harry

And fuck sally, I rather marry halle

I revive crowds with live styles

Don't hang with jive pals

Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'

Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, cause now I'm a rhyme slave

In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks

Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed

N.o. rated, rappers you no-made it

Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated

This nigga terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter

Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter

I'm more rare, the mc in this warfare

Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that lord prayer

Power struck, terra drops the follow-up

Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm herb mcgruff

I'm on some murder stuff

And when I talk every word is ruff

Front on this and get beat bad

With big bats that bruise, break bones

Then wind up bloody in a bodybag

Mc's are live, but I'm mad liver

Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a afghan cab driver

Step to this and get sliced with ease

Ate up like rice and peas

(Herb, can you fight?) yo, I'm nice with these

Ask the nigga in my last bout

He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out

Microphones I gotta tear

Peace to big l, straight from hell

I'm the fuck up outta here

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic

Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic

I rag crews cause I'm bad news

In a mad move I'm servin brothers quicker than fast food

Step to this and get your body blown

Cause I'm a? nomaticom? for poems I slide the hotties home

Here's some advice, I'm mad nice

Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice

And cold take a fag's life

My swellin melon got niggas jealin

Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin niggas lives like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in

The top ten is rocked when it's locked in

I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow

Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show

I got lines that's deeper than a jail

Been no frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me

Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me

You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off

I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed-off

And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out

For dissin, you come up missin like a cup scout

Rappers be funny like flesh, cause they section's 80 slaughter, son

Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun

But killa kam, I get erratic when it comes to static

There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic

Increase the peace that cease cause once I release

My crew from the east, we leavin at least

20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack

So make tracks, I break backs

I jack with def gats and black macs

On lennox ave. ain't no light looks, you fight crooks

Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin nail-sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser

I'm blazin trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer

Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin but lead

Boom-bye-bye, dem find another batty bwoy dead

In backyard alleys, but I call em crackyard valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots back in cali

And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse

I'm in a daze and I'm so confused

>from seein heads shake so many times the lead make

And mike boogie's next up, and keep my head straight

I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest

Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat

Cause they know when I start droppin poems

That I be knockin domes, poppin bones and sendin niggas hoppin home

Word to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches

And niggas, I don't' need a gun for you, none of you

Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no. 2

And it's death in every paragraph

And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin ass to ash

No need to question am I nice, cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac-10

And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed

And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for mike

Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin it tough

Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough

True, true

And before I get up outta here

I gotta say peace to d-whiz and short man

Brothers that was there since the beginning

What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crew

Peace to mase murder and the b.b.o. crew

The best out crew, the m&m crew

And all the other crews that's representin in harlem

You know what I'm sayin?

And last but not least

I gotta say peace to the 139th street nfl crew

My crew

Word up

Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props

From killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots

So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew

You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too

I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys

No one can match me, tax me or wax me

If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me

Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood

Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood

I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out

Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out

Me being a virgin, that's idiotic

Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it

And I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese

Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief

Or catch a buck shot to your domepiece

I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond

Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn

I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to

And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too

So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es

Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors

Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal

But man you've been rappin for years now

And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec

In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet

I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised

I'm puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News

I was a gangsta from the git-go

Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe

Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats

And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets

No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame

I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain

I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches

And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin bitches

I'm all about makin papes kid

I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did

My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask

Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast

Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day

Knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole

That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond

Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'

You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal

It's Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child

This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggaz

So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't FUCK with me

Cause I know a good way to get your family together

And I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker

Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go

I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are

And all y'all niggaz talkin that gun shit

And won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!

Word, I'm bout to get up out of here

Yo I'm out B, yo peace man

I gotta get this money

So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready

Hahahaha!

And won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!

Word, I'm bout to get up out of here

Yo I'm out B, yo peace man

I gotta get this money

So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready

Hahahaha!

Stealing runs rampant in Harlem

Gambling runs rampant in Harlem

All types of evils and vices that terrified our community

Run rampant in Harlem

The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it

Sendin' poems to have them fagots diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart

L's the nigga that crime follows

I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles

I beat chumps 'til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks

I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch

Always sprayin' Tecs, because I be stayin' vexed

Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin' threats

I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'

Put his brains in the street now you can see what he was just thinkin'

I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale

Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in hell

Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard

I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six

In the mix, straight from H E-double hockey sticks

Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray

Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil son's way

Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man

Won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up

I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel

I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill

I'm takin' lives for a great price, I'm the type

To snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ

And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest

The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address

I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids

Be wakin' up cryin', yellin', Mommy Big L is comin' to get me

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin' up

Can I get your autograph L? No bitch, I'm off duty

I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks

It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts

I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged

I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it

A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute

I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented

And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed

And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'

Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L

Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L

But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special Ed so I suggest

You spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone

Where no man can withstand or hold his own

Yeah, it's the Big L

Comin at you once again, in nine-five

And I dedicate this one

To all my peoples from Uptown. and everywhere

Check it!

Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream

There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen

You never know when you gonna get wet

Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep

Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs

Instead of goin to school, they'd rather sell drugs

It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one

Because it's gonna catch up with you in the long run

Brothers be on the corners, actin stupid, gettin lifted

They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted

In other words, they got talent; but they'd rather sell cracks

And bust gats and run the streets actin violent

To them it's all about hittin skins and makin some easy green

Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen

All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut

They don't give a (WHAT?) cause they street struck

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

Before the rap contract, I was sellin crack

Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into all of that

I started rappin and got nice as hell

If it wasn't for this I might be doin life in jail

And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin 'caine

If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go 'head and do your thang

But with the cash profit make an investment

And try not to go to the grave like the rest went

Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars

What good is that, if you're dead, or behind bars?

And yo it's not even funny

I've seen a lot of my peers give up their careers for some fast money

They could've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers

Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers

Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt

They had dreams but gave em up cause they street struck

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time

I'm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beats

Or either callin up some freaks to bone

But word up, I try to leave the streets alone

But it's crazy hard kid, in other words, it's spooky

The streets be callin me, like the crack be callin Pookie

It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk

Cause where I'm from -- you can choke from the gunsmoke

Stay off the corners; that might be your best plan

Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man

Or end up with a deep cut

Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struck

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll

Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

Worrrd up!

Aiyyo take it from me, the Big L

Cause I been through it all, youknowhatI'msayin?

Stay off them corners you'll stay out of trouble

And I gotta say rest in peace to all the casualties of the streets

I'm outta here

It's the number one crew in the area

The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense

Gettin' men lynched, too intense, 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 your man'll get scarred next

And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz

A Tec-9 is my utensil

Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil

I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches

I get more pussy by accident than 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 your fucking 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 knapsack

It ain't shit you can tell me

Because bitches still gel 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 fuckin' 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

Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry

It's time for motherfuckers 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 Nut's loose

And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose

From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids

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 back to haunt shit and talk shit

Whoever flaunt 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 nigga ass half silly on the 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 bionic

Bitches are screaming 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 you step up and you'll get played like the small fry

I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy

So mess around you'll be a dead man

I get hype tonight'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 Tec 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 I.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 was truck he got his ass stuck

So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?

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

(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get

Did you think anybody in this town is any different?

They don't give a damn who gets killed

Just as long as "the dice keep rollin

The hoes keep hoeing and the money keeps flowin")

My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns

Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds

On 139 and Lenox Ave. there's a big park

And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark

Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax

They're sneakier than alley cats

That's why I carry gats

Yo, I'm a muthafuckin' fugitive

Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live

Because to me it's all about a buck

I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck

We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti

We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50

One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash

Then I murdered his ass and took his half

Because I'm all about ends and skins

When you got those, you don't need no muthafuckin friends

If I catch you on a late night, black, you're getting stuck, jack

My moms told me to get a job, fuck that

Aiyo, picture me getting a job

Taking orders from Bob, selling corn on the cob

Yo, how the hell I'mma make ends meet

Making about 120 dollars a week

Man, I rather do another hit

I want clean clothes, mean hoes and all that other shit

Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker

A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin connivin' muthafucka

Breaking in cribs with a crowbar

I wasn't poor, I was po' - I couldn't afford the 'o-r'

I used to wait until it gets dark

And tell a nigga to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks

Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask

I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast

I vicked this nigga named Eugene, took his brand new ring

Cause sticking up's an everyday routine

Once I was crusing in a beat-up ride

Saw this nigga named Clyde

And snuck up on him from the blind side

I told him, "give up the dough, before you get smoked

Oh you're broke, (shots) now you're dead broke"

The Big L was cold crazy

A top-notch crook snatching pocketbooks from old ladies

I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck

Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a fuck

Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim

Once a burglar broke into my house and I robbed him

Plenty and many brains I bust

Cause I was livin' the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

Word

All of us from Harlem

139

That's living the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous

KnawhatImsayin?

This goes out

To my brothers

Big Lee and Don Ice

Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone

Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff

E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice

I can't forget the 1-4-0, Lennox Ave, crew

And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog

And my man Kerry, peace

(Now what kinda life is that for a child

Now what kinda life is that for a child

Now what kinda life is that for a fucking child

Word to mother, fuck all that stupid shit

Controversial, not commercial, nigga)

There are too many MC's who are overrated

You ask me, they wasn't even supposed to make it

In the rap biz, they don't know what rap is

So give it up, become a actor or a actress

Or a producer, cause you fail to use the

Mic right, so take flight before I bruise ya

For sayin those bull crap wack raps on wax

You need to get smacked, sit back and rip that contract

Hey yo, I'm serious, Big L ain't playin games

I should get foul and buck wild and start sayin names

But deep down inside you know who you are

Your rhymes are not up to par, you fake superstar

And that really gets on my nerve

When a rapper gets the credit that he don't deserve

Goin platinum and don't have no soul

Some rappers are mad nice and don't even go gold

I don't like the way it's goin down

Because it should be the other way around

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How MC's take this rap game for granted

MC's - what's goin on?

I don't understand, man, how rappers cold transform

One minute you're hardcore and raw

That's what you was known for, but not no more

You changed, you rearranged

You're not the same, your raps are blame

That explain why you lost your fame

Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops

You turned pop, now you no longer gain props

Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black

Used to make fat tracks, jack, but now you're stone wack

So MC's, don't ever step out your range

Remain the same

And only change with the time

Unless you get dropped like a dime

Go for yours like I'm goin for mine

But if you're rough, stay rough, if you're dap, stay dapper

And never try to look or even sound like another rapper

Just fulfill your own needs

Some rappers wore gold chains, and now they're wearin beeds?

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How MC's take this rap game for granted

This is how it should be done

I'm not the one, and my raps is strong like gum

But some MC's grab the mic and sound dumb

Plus slum (How come?) Rap skills they have none

And I wonder how the hell they records sell

They raps are stale and frail

They're forced like fairy tales

Your technique and everything you speak's weak

You got a little airplay because of your beats

Your fame and your name, but your lyrics are lame, black

Step to this and get ran over like train tracks

Your raps border wack, and you went on tour with that

Crap, don't understand it, cause rhyme skills you lack

I got more soul that Nike Airs, givin MC's nightmares

Rappers be frontin hard, and rhymes they don't write theirs

But still call themselves MC's

Please, how could that be?

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

I don't understand it (I don't understand it)

How MC's take this rap game for granted

I don't understand it

Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid

I'm a nig who don't dig a muthafuckin pig

Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers

That misuse they badges to whip niggas' asses

Then one day they slow rolled through the hood

With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good

They say that my skin was black so they attacked

Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap

One murdered my man like it was okay

For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay

But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life

And never again see the street lights, and that's trife

Around my way they shot many teens

And them cops better stop, or i'ma stop em, by any means

The big l won't hesitate to cold diss em

And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system

There are too many young black brothers doin life bids

Cause justice means 'just us white kids'

So take heed to the rhymes I kick

I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit

I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I'm fed up (aw, shit)

Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season

Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason

You're just gettin home from work

And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk

Niggas in the streets got tough luck

First they get cuffed up

Then get roughed up, and that's fucked up

This every day, not every other week

Listen when this brother speak

Muthafuck turnin the other cheek

Or you'll be layin in a pine box

Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine glocks

I'm not only fed up with the cops

I'm only fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop

They don't care if it's snowin

First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin

Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight

But I caught him at the light

And put a bullet right through his windpipe

I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick

Cause I'm fed up with that bullshit

Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever)

(Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah

Ayo I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot

Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots

No other write rhymes like these

I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees

I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ

You sayin' L's this and L's that: get off L dick

I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys

And we do drivebys in 325is

I had beef with this thief named Randolph

Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed

So you better leave L alone

Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone

Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'

Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and

Every crab MC that runs up

When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up

Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever)

(Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah

I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings

It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing

The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes

A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time

One two one two crews I run through

Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu

Cause I'm a MC assassinator

I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator

Step to this and get shanked up

I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt

And I entertain well because of my brain cells

I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L

My raps are hotter than the Bahamas

MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise

With Big L you can't swing long

So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song

Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever)

(Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah

The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap

Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map

Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star

Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart

You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart

I'm undefeated that's the stone truth

Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth

I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide

A punk brother died cause he tried

To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast

He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass

I make a lot of dough, I'm quick to spot a foe

Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!

When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy

Cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy

Facts on tracks I recite well

Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L

Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever)

(Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah

A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner

Doin' something they ain't

Got no business doin'

I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad

Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like Box and Herb and Big Sid

A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B

You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B

Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man

Word up let's go see our P.O