l] Yo once again the big l, that kid who got much props killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots So don't step to this, cause I got a crew You might be kinda big but make coffins yo' size too I was taught wise, I'm known to extort This ain't cali, it's harlem nigga we do No one can me, tax me or wax me If you want me to you some raps g just ask me Cause on the shelf is your lp cold stood Because it was no good, that shit ain't go wood I'm not the type to sluts out, I just fuck they guts out Get my nuts out, break the fuck out Me being a virgin, that's Cause if big l got the aids cutie in the city got it Once a tried to stick me for six g's And I put more holes in his ass swiss cheese
big l (repeat 2x)
(ducks scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or i'ma have your family dressed in all
l] I steal lives like a thief, so leave me alone chief Or catch a buck shot to your I must warn, I got it goin on, is bond Ducks be gettin off platforms like p.m. dawn I'm catchin bodies a villain's supposed to And I squeeze triggers, not on niggaz but hoes too So try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es Fuck around, I'll introduce you to ancestors to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal But man you've been for years now And made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec In the shower's the only you get your dick wet I roll scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin motherfuckers on the news I was a from the git-go Leavin in bodybags with tags on they big toe
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l] Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed And I'm to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets No dame can me a bad name, I got mad fame I'm to put a slug in a fag brain I be placin snitches inside and ditches And if I catch aids, then start rapin bitches I'm all about papes kid I killed my mother with a shovel just like bates did My old man in the past, stuck me up without a Then his ass cold dashed with my fast g's is what the creep stole; so the next day Knocked on his door and shot his granny the peephole That's the of shit I'm on, word is bond Got it goin on, from the break of to the early morn' You know my style I'm wild, straight out of harlem pal It's big l, the motherfuckin problem
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l] This goes out to all y'all niggaz So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck me Cause I know a good way to get your family And I ain't bout a reunion motherfucker Yo, I'm bout to out, but before I go I gotta say to the nfl crew, you know who you are And all niggaz talkin that gun shit And won't bust a rhyme, stop the funk! Word, I'm bout to get up out of Yo I'm out b, yo man I gotta get this So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your ready Hahahaha!