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| Big L Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous Let 'em Have It 'l' Hook: Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (let 'em have it l) what? (give it to 'em l) yeah (x3) (let 'em have it) Verse 1: A-yo i'm serious i'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots No other writes rhymes like these I'm cool as a light breeze I'm playin' rappers out like striped lees 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 325 i's 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 Hook Verse 2: I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings Yo it's all about me 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 a 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 Where raps are hotter than old ? Mcs 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 Hook Verse 3: The big l's back to attack with a phat rap Matter of fact black i'm puttin' harlem on the map What's up cause i'm a stiggy star Breakin' 'em up and then talkin' they heart You better believe that big l is the man that be rippin' 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 I tried to bash then i blast on his monkey ass (boom) I make a lot of doe 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 ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy Facts on tracks i recite well Everybody be like mike but mike wanna be like l Hook Big l outro: 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 youknowhati'msayin'? 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 Big l: Oh yeah we gotta say what's up to the hoes man Word up let's go see our p.o. |
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