[Big L]
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I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch
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This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth
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When your wife see me, she don't know how to act
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So don't be mad when I blow out her back; For real
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Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts, made a few bucks
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J'd a few sluts, then ya'll started runnin' your lips a little too much
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Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low
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Chickens sweat me wherever I go
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Me and O.C. be in the Lex', Cartier specs, Nautica sweats
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Gore-Tex, with Presidentials on, full of baguettes
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I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
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Now I wanna gold plaque, can I get a soul clap?
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Some cats be col' wack
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You got the lye? Well brother, roll that
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And if it won't get me high, then hold that
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I'mma cop me a six, and cruise through the block with your trick
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I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich
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[O.C.]
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Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm
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I wave it over the crowd, dictating shit like Genghis Khan
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Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic
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Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit
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Bona fide. Mic set, you can't see me on it
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Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
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Born to live a life and die, but 'til then
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I'mma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen
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I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent
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Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis
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Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
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Tearing it up when it comes to me picking up this cordless
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One of New York's finest
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On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
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Bringing out the best in me
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We formulatin' like a recipe
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Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff
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Bestow my presence
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Then I'm divine like the seven
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Keeping it tight, cause what I suffice is raw nigga
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It's only right
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[Big L]
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Like that, y'all
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[O.C.]
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It's like that, y'all
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[Big L]
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On the Blackout Rap show, with my man Phat Phillie
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Check it out, uhh
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We about to get into a verse like this
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Check me out, y'all
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[DJ Phat Phillie]
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Hmm-mmm
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[Big L]
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Yeah, yeah
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A couple of years ago, before the year nine-fo'
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My cash flow was low, I was low on dough
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Used to try to talk to fly girls, and they was like: No!
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I knew that all of that'd change once I started to blow
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Now my pockets are bloated, because I exploded
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Stay devoted, dropped a hot album, now I'm loaded
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I hang with fly stars, buy cars, for fifty-thou'
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The New York City child, thug with a pretty smile
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I love this rap game, that's why I married it
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It's a big load, but somebody gots to carry it
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At one point I was about to give up
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Then got offered a record deal, and my eyes lit up
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In 1992, boo, my dream came true
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First I got the fame, then the cream came through
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Word up, I used to rhyme all the time
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Whoever thought that slim kid from one-three-nine'd
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Shine down the line, huh?
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I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks
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Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts
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I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest
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I was told to work hard to achieve success
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Words of wisdom from my father
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He said: L, when things ain't going so well
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Don't give up, try harder
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And never be afraid to make mistakes
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And don't spend your cash foolishly, save your papes
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Cause good things come to those who wait they turn
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Stay concerned, cause it's a lotta papes to earn
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And help those that's less fortunate than you
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And stay true to whatever you do, until you're through
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[O.C.]
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Yo, uhh
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O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you
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O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you
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To rock like I do, it takes certain zest
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I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness
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See, my word and verse is fly. One moment tranquil
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Then the next minute it goes with the strength to kill
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I can rock a party right, all night, just trust me
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Not an MC out there who can touch me
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Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me
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When I'm on the mic, no way in hell you can hush me
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My mere presence will leave you in awe
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And when I'm through you too will call me pa-pa
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Now is the time to settle this vendetta
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Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda
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| If you don't like Swiss, then I cut you like chedda |
