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(Big L) Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet Known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough I'm known for yoking jacks And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning You see what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are drug related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts Letras de cancionesFor selling pounds of coke Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hotty stare I keep a shotty near It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smoking dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed And got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids I kept mad blades Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak Cause my techniques great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound I'm from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down (Jay-Z) Brothers can beg and borrow Still feel sorrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass Better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down, or get your ass tore down Check it out, I'm too cocky To stop me, you gotta kill me And when I'm gone, you can still feel me On the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven I raise hell, till its Heaven Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missiles As projected, all ho's affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldies But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies They don't be knowin the way I be flowin When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like... You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won Come on and ride the rhythm I be producing like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom For greater understanding I'm landing blows and Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha Enticin when slicing through tracks Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map So give him his dap And me, I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that You never see me stressed, in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga incredible Even my thoughts is federal Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption So you know, beatin me will never come Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes Um. We're the peace like Islam I make your eyes rise like yeast Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's trying to be the best And even in dying, couldn't be this def (death) I see no reason to stop cheesin Ever since L said "Throw three g's in" And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself I get up From Letras Mania