[Big L]
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When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
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I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh
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A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore
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I live raw and went to war with the law
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My only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot
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Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug spot
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G's were clocked, fat knots were in the sock
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And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glock
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She was ran right for me and my man Mike
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Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
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Cause we can put the guns down and go one round
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With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown
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I can adverse my style, cause I'm versatile
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Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse than foul
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I pack two tecs in case your crew flex
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I wet up the set in a second and yell "Who's next?"
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To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft
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Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh
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You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
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I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
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On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard
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It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
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I tell effects when a beef start
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Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
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I fucked up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up
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For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools up
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I had beef with this nigga named Randolph
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Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed
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A beatdown from L, that's what all pranksters get
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Like I'll gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit
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I'm never fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches
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Look at my style real close and you'll see triple 6's
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Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, admit it
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I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it
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Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme about
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Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm about
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)
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[Lord Finesse]
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It's the man with the plush flow
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Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though
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Cause I'm in command y'all
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I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball
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I ain't the funny type
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To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right
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Cause I got the right game
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Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
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I'm rolling numbers with no practice
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I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes
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Cause I got strategy
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I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me
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Word, I'm taxing shit
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I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a laxitive
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Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see
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You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine
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You gotta find a better way
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I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resume
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Cause I don't play, clown
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I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown
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I don't smile, don't try to pull my file
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I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style
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So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down
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Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now
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And I'm living better, troop
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And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group
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I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan
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That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
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So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it
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Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret
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While niggas are packing steel, acting ill
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I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills
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How I'm living? Everything is well
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Cause a nigga like me, well I'm ringing bells
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Without doubt I got clout
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Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
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Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)
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[Big L]
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Word, you definite know what I'm about
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Go get your steel and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas
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I ain't having it for '92, niggas, word 'em up
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You Know What I'm Abo |