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BIG L (Crazy 4 min Freestlyle)
- Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
- Putting 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 yokin' Japs and beating em with smoking gats
- Leaving 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 seen what happened in my last fight friend, aight then
- I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's
- Where I'm from, niggas 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 folks
- Selling pounds of coke
- Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
- I'm telling you shit is about to get drastic soon
- I'm quick to blast a goon and break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon
- I got the looks that make your hotty stare
- I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
- Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
- Props I own the most, I'm leaving niggas 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 facelift
- 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 technique's 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
- Word up
- 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 it's Heaven
- Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
- Get up off me nigga, it's bad luck to cross me
- I'm popping Crystal, shooting game like missiles
- As projected all ho's affected by this style
- I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
- But the goody
- Pulling R&B bitches wearing hoodies
- They don't be knowin the way I be flowing
- When I be going, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
- I disrupt the natural scheme, the way that you do things with a swing
- And have em rocking 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 produce 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
- Enticing 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, beating 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 way
- With a thousand little dudes
- Armed with a piece 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
- I see no reason to stop cheesing
- 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
- My crew be delivering hot lead when gats are clenched
- Rappers I jack and lynch
- Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
- Big L is the nigga you expect to catch wreck in any cassette deck
- I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
- I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate, my rap style is past great
- I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
- I probably got your mommy strung
- Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
- My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
- Never had a gassed head, got loot cause I stash bread
- Try to tax and I'mma beat your faggot ass half dead
- I stomp White cops till the life stops
- For a low price hops, cause my blood is colder than an ice box
- On 1 3 9 you don't want a block war
- Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
- And every time my MAC 11 bucks, I'm killing at least seven ducks
- I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
- The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
- All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right
- So we can never be a couple hun, fuck love
- All I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
- And clown emcee's I be attacking quick
- I'm on some rapping shit and some car jacking shit
- I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black Ac'
- And put the gat to his cap, click clack
- Sorry Jack, but get up out of that
- My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
- I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
- He didn't listen to what I was speaking
- He started reaching, so I left him sleeping with his temple leaking
- As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage
- And no I don't have it; I get it together like a marriage
- I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots
- Y'all don't understand, well
- Goddamn don't you know my status
- I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that
- Is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
- No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters
- For suckers who bite me, they find
- I'm a bit much to swallow
- Your thinking that's hollow, the
- Rhythm is too r rugged to follow
- I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
- Let me take a little breath...goddamn
- The kid is a wizard
- I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
- Met up with L on the road to riches
- As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
- Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch
- You know I'm gonna end ya, uh
- The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey
- Hahahhhh, here I come a g g gain, run, up up up in
- Niggas are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle
- But a boo boo boo bam, what you
- Niggas gonna do to the man
- I see you brought your little crew... and?
- I'm still comin with velocity, check it out
- Jid a, id a, wid I, zid e, uh huh
- Ain't none of the clowns fuckin around
- Ain't none of clowns standing their ground
- With the crowned prince of the underground
- Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now
- The heats on sweat now
- August's on, be gone to the next town
- Punk, jump up and get beat down
- Check it out, check it out, check it out
- Ladies be comin out of their seats now
- Shit I got crazy skills
- It's a pity the way I'm ripping
- Rugged rhythm through the city
- Like dunnanna dunnanna di di dun dun ditty
- I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I
- Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys
- J A, baby, baby please, gimme g's
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