Big L- Now Or Never
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[Chorus]
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Its time to make power moves and get the chedda.
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And buy the real nice things that makes life betta.
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No foolish acts, moves must be clever.
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Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never.
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[Verse 1]
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I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded wit rocks.
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Hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled wit cops.
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I was sworn for harlem, true roach don.
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World born, we leave mics torn.
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Yall brothers slept too long, now its on.
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L Corleone will neva fly.
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Records are forever hot.
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Front on me you better not.
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I keep the barreta cocked.
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This goes out to my people's up town.
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Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town.
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You see me flossin often, at all the club sites.
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At the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights.
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My style is hard like strong lumber.
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Dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number.
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[Chrous]
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[Verse 2]
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Yo I announce facts.
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When I get busy over bounce tracks.
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Droppin lethal raps so wack so I can count stacks.
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I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block.
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Hunnies thats very hot.
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get sent to the marriot.
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95 was a beautiful year for L.
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Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L.
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Whatever I write is gonna be tight.
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Cuz if makin hits is wrong I dont wanna be right.
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Never the less, the east is were my crew rest.
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We bust caps that go through vests.
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We only do what we do best.
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And thats triple than you brittle men.
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Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend.
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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I like drop tops when its hot.
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I like lands when its snowy.
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Bank account is fat like Joey.
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Im not very religious you wouldn't call me holy.
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Sometimes my hairs corn row, sometimes its fro-ey.
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Spark up the you know what.
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Pop the moey.
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L stay flossin, presidential rolly.
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Yall brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links.
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Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks.
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And every girl I got looks like a model.
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If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto.
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Uptown is my home, and where I roam.
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I stand alone, Big L Corleone got his own.
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Sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake.
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The one jakes hate.
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Got homicide runnin out of yellow tape.
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I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks.
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If yall fellas is playas, Im the head coach.
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[Chorus x2]
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Now or Never
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| Big L |
