[Big L]
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My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
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Rappers I jack and lynch
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Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
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Big L is the nigga you expect
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To catch wreck in any cassette deck
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I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
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I'm feeling like Billy Bathgate
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My rap style is past great
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I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
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I probably got your mommy strung
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Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
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My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
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Never had a gassed head
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Got loot cause I stash bread
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Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass half-dead
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I stomp white cops till the life stops
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For a low price hops
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Cause my blood is colder than an ice box
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On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
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Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
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And every time a mack eleven bucks
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I'm killing at least seven ducks
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I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
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The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
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All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
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So we can never be a couple hun
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Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
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And clown emcee's I be attacking quick
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I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit
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I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac
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And put the gat to his cap, click-clack
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Sorry jack but get up out of that
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My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
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I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plat
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He didn't listen to what I was speakin
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He started reaching
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So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
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Aight, back to my man Jay-Z
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[Jay-Z]
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As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage
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And no I don't have it, I get it together like a marriage
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I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots
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Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status
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I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
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No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters
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For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
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Your thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow
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I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
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Let me take a little breatha€|god damn
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The kid is a wizard
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I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
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Met up with L on the road to riches
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As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
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Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch
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You know I'm gonna end ya, uh
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The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey
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Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
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Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle
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But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz gonna do to the man?
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I see you brought your little crewa€| and?
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I'm still comin with velocity, check it out
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Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
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Ain't none of the clowns fuckin around
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Ain't none of clowns standing their ground
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with the crowned prince of the underground
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Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now
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The heats on sweat now
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Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town
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Punk, jump up and get beat down
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Check it out, check it out, check it out
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Ladies be comin out of their seats now
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Shit I got crazy skills
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It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
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Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty
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I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I
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Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys
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J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g's
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Baby, baby, wit crazy ease
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Watch Jay-Z get crazy G's
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Stretch & Bobbito '95 Pt. II
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| Big L |
