[Big L]
I got some new shit for y'all to play to, ya know?
[Bobbito]
Okay good Big L!
[Stretch]
Tell me if this was suffice, or if it's somethin mayo .. outta here
[Bobbito]
This is the frosted flakes right here
[Stretch]
This is the Lord Finesse beat
[Bobbito]
Yeah yeah
[Big L]
Aight, i guess... it will work, it will work
[Stretch]
You can get jiggy with that?
[Big L]
Yeah, yeah let me see, check it out
[Bobbito]
You can ball with this
[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit
Aight check it out
Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch
with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
Fuckin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't fuck with none of you niggaz
I might pull out this gun on your niggaz
and rob every last one of you niggaz
[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
[Big L] I'm TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
[Bobbito]
You wrote... yeah... you where.. you where thinkin' bout somebody when you
wrote that right?
[Big L]
Nah, all my shit like that, 'cause latley niggaz been battlin' on the block
latley
[Bobbito]
I could tell you wrote that ready for somebody
[Big L]
Yeah, yeah niggaz been up on some... (sharpened up the swords)
[Bobbito]
You sharpened the pencils for that one
[Big L]
Aight let me kick some more shit
Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time
[Bobbito: Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more]
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Big L]
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah]
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!]
Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
Yo check it, yo my shit is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap shit, you ain't worth stickin'
I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right
That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers
You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass [Bobbito: Ouch]
[Stretch: Oh, word]
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain't a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do shit that only tough men do
And them cats you with fuck them too, I'll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga
No dough, always on the train-ass nigga
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga
You got fucked upstate, you cupcake
How many dicks can your butt take?
I ran through every bitch in my path
I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}
Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]
And after this, nigga, put you in the social study book 'cause you're
history
Yeah
[*Laughing]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my math]
Aight
[Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] {*laughing*}
Aight
[Stretch: Aight]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my history]
[Stretch: That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom]
[Bobbito: Yeah]
[Stretch: 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
Give me tape...' Not this one.]
[Big L]
Eh yo i want y'all to check out ... ya know, two new singles comin' up
(Bobbito:We can play somethin' right now, whats up?)
"Size Em Up" ... "Ebonics"
Big L, pseudonimo di Lamont Coleman (1974-1999), è stato un rapper statunitense considerato uno dei più talentuosi e influenti del genere hip hop hardcore. Nato a Harlem, New York, Big L iniziò la sua carriera musicale negli anni '90, collaborando con artisti come Jay-Z e Mobb Deep. Il suo stile rap era caratterizzato da rime intricate, velocità di flusso e un flow unico. Big L è noto per brani come "M.V.P.", "Ebonics" e "Lifestyle", contenuti nell'album postumo "The Big Picture". La sua carriera fu purtroppo interrotta prematuramente a causa di un tragico omicidio nel 1999, lasciando un vuoto significativo nella scena hip hop.
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