[Big L]
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Yo check it
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My clique is quick to put a bullet in a stranger's dome
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You shoulda known not to roam through the Danger Zone
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In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest
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I'm sendin' faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
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Big L grew up in the slums with greed, known for drawing guns with speed
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And selling tons of weed, cause I got sons to feed
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It's a must that my toast smokes, I'm not like most folks
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Fuck tens and twenties, I carry ghost notes
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And it's a must that I commence to slain
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Any faggot MC who goes against the grain
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I'mma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli' like a wooley
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I keep a tooly for any muli who act fooly
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So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'mma send em'
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After I skin em' and spit some venom in em'
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I run with intruders, looters and sharpshooters
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Who spark buddahs and fuck thick bitches with large hooters
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I'm the nigga that be jumpin' on your stereo
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So when I walk the streets the bitches be tappin' they friends, like: There he go!
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I never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow
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Try to take mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow
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Cause I never was the type to start beefs
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But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats
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To hell with silly games, I play survival sports
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Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the fuck out, with suicidal thoughts
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All my life I been a lady bruiser, a wrong chooser
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School refuser, drug abuser, born loser
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Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny
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A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money
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Now me and the devil is on the same team
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I'mma hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene
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Im better than every rapper that you thought was raw
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Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore
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I'm not a coward, so frontin' on me, I won't allow it
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I'm high powered, fuckin' freak bitches like Adina Howard
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Front, get your belly torn, I keep a Pelle on
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I'm fuckin with Grey Popoun and Dom Perignon
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Cause on the Ave. I pump rocks, quick to give a chump knots
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You ain't tough, the only thing you shootin' is jump shots
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My style is hard like strong lumber, cute chicks get the dick
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And ugly bitches get the wrong number
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Who Shot Ya Freestyle
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| Big L |
