[Big L]
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Aiyyo I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
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Keep frontin, I'ma try yo chin out
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I knocked a lot of men out
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I left em on the floor spittin phlegm out
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It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
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You see Corleone, ice spinnin, jigged out, white linen
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And if a bitch don't like me, then she must like women
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Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin
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Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning
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It's over now, nigga leave the game
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I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain
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We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
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We're niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain
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Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
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When I was OT your bitch wrote me
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First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented
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Now that bitch be pagin me every five minutes
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MC's I squash and disgrace
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It's all about the Benji's, so why your bills got Washington's face?
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A lot of cats be frontin, made singles wit a fifty on top
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L tryin to have the city on lock
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Peace to Biggie and Pac cuz they really were hot
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Rap game heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us
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Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
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If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin "Free L!"
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What
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[Cuts by Roc Raida]
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[Chorus]
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[Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god"
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[Big L] "I been rockin mics since niggas was rockin Pro Keds"
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"On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god"
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[Big L] "I'm floorin niggas and I only weigh a buck and change"
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"On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god"
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[Big L] "Fuckin wit me, a lot of niggas be small change"
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"On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god"
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"Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent"
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Aiyyo I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
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See a lot of switch in your walk
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Only thugs get rich in New York
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Time is runnin out, niggas like "L when you commin out?"
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Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
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Your wife missin, I'm the nigga see was last seen wit
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Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
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A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash
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Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they ass
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Crazy beefs got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
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A lot of innocent kids got hit
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Harlem World be the place of my birth
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Believe me son, we breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the earth
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Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
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As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke
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Some hoes treated me like a bumb nerd when I was unheard
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Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird
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I push whips while you walk all day
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And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day
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Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit
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You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it
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When I was at the steakhouse pullin cake out
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You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin take out
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How you make out, you take the fake route
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You oughta break out
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You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what!
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[Chorus]
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[repeat last line x5]
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On The Mic
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| Big L |
