Talk:Big L

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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
 * L is the rebel type, I'm rougha than a metal pipe, fuck a Benz, cuz I could pull skinz on a pedal bike
 * MCs get braggin' about cash and women they collect, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
 * My style is harder than strong lumba, cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong numba
 * I ran through every bitch in my path, I been fuckin' chicks in the ass since I was six and a half
 * 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 are selling pounds of coke/Front in this town and get a tec 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
 * Run, and get your brain pinched. Big L 'l have your whole gang lynched, I started smokin' angel dust when i was twelve and been insane since.
 * Tracks I'm known to roast/Until the microphone is ghost/Props I own the most/I'm leaving niggaz comatose
 * All through high school I had braids/I kept mad blades/Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
 * I probably got your mommy strung/Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung/My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
 * Never had a gassed head/Got loot cause I stash bread/Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot ass half-dead
 * I stomp white cops till they life stops, for a low price hobbs, cause my blood is colder than an ice box.
 * And every time a mack eleven 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 Miss Right/So we can never be a couple hun/Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
 * 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 speakin/He started reaching/So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
 * What's this muthafuckin rap game without L?/Yo, that's like jewels without ice/That's like China without rice/Or the Holy Bible without Christ/Or the Bulls without Mike/Or crackheads without pipes/The Village without dykes/Or hockey games without fights
 * Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight/betta watch me round your girl if you ain't fuckin her right
 * everywhere that i go brothers know my fucking name/ im flooring niggas and i only weigh a buck and change
 * Breakin' in cribs with a crow bar/I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
 * 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
 * My game is, vicious and cruel,Fuckin chicks is a rule,If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
 * I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe,You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough,I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo,I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro,Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po' (Platinum Plus)
 * Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great,And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake
 * So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space,I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
 * 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
 * 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
 * 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
 * Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off,Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
 * I hear a lot of bitch in your talk,See a lot of switch in your walk,Only thugs get rich in New York
 * Big L be lightin' niggas like incense,Gettin' men lynched to win tits,I'm killin' infants for ten cents
 * Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis,Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
 * I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches,I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
 * A tech nine is my utensil,Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
 * I got drug spots from New York to Canada,Cause Big L be fuckin' with more ki's ((cocaine)) than a janitor
 * Big L being a virgin, thats idiotic, cause if L got the aids every cuttie in the city got it
 * And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie,I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
 * Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief,The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth,I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie,Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta ask somebody
 * Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover,A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
 * I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz.and get endz and commit sins with sick friends.Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter,You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
 * And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach,I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
 * I'm puttin' chumps to rest fast when my Smiff Wess blast/ so just dash or tresspass and get your chest smashed
 * I roll with live guys, and we do drive bys, in 325Is.
 * Yo I'll admit I'm a sucka, a low down dirty sneaky double crossin' connivin' mothafucka
 * I'm known for snatchin purses, and bombin churches / i get more pussy by accident then most niggaz get on purpose
 * Big L be lightin niggaz like incense, gettin men lynched, doin tenths, and killin infants for ten cents
 * Rhymes I create knock out your gold tooth, battling me is like fighting a gorilla in a phone booth
 * The way your wife see me she don't know how to act, so don't be mad when i blow out her back
 * Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched, yo when tensed I'm killin' infants for ten cents
 * I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
 * M C's get taught a lesson /when the mic is in my possession/rap's my profession/L is nice, no question/its a fact that im geared/it shouldnt be wierd/that im feared/cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard
 * Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L
 * Shorties hittin me with eye winks as i buy drinks.
 * Is Big L slow, hell no, bitches get fucked on the roof when I aint got no hotel dough.
 * I'm makin' wonderful figures, I dont fuck with none of you niggas, I might pull out this gun on you niggas and rob every last one of you niggas.


 * "Keep on lovin' Big L cause Big L love y'all. We gonna keep making hot music.  The next album I'm gonna make is gonna be a classic.  I'm not saying it just to blow my own horn or whatever. There's a difference between confidence and being cocky, and I'm real confident because I know what I'm capable of. It's gonna be crazy." (The last words he ever publicly spoke)