Raw & Ready Big L (Ft. Party Arty)
"Raw & Ready" by Big L (Ft. Party Arty), released in 1995, is a #HipHop track that showcases lyrical bravado and street life experiences. The song emphasizes confidence, authenticity, and the struggles of urban life. Its punchy beats and clever wordplay highlight Big L's unique style, contributing to his legacy in hip-hop culture.
[Intro: Big L]
Ayo, Showbiz, man
I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the Devil's son, B
I was doin' some ill shit (Rest In Peace, Big L)
[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta put it in my stash and lay low
Honies used to walk right past years ago
Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't blow
For real son, it's a new rebel in town
Playa for life, picture L settling down
Whenever I'm around, on your girl's face is a smile
Never copping out, I'm taking all my cases to trial
You know my team's the best, you've never seen me stressed
I be еxtremely fresh in thе green GS
How I’m living so far, swell, you can’t scar L
Head of the Cartel, selling more cakes than Carvel
While y’all be on the street corners, bummy and high
I’m out buying the finest things money can buy
I keep it ghetto, but still I’m a fly fellow
Who love the cuties no matter if they dark skin or high yellow
And corny rappers I squash and disgrace
None of my bills got Washington’s face
One love to all the big willy crews and cliques, who’s stacking pools of chips, making moves with bricks, what?
Ayo, Showbiz, man
I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the Devil's son, B
I was doin' some ill shit (Rest In Peace, Big L)
[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta put it in my stash and lay low
Honies used to walk right past years ago
Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't blow
For real son, it's a new rebel in town
Playa for life, picture L settling down
Whenever I'm around, on your girl's face is a smile
Never copping out, I'm taking all my cases to trial
You know my team's the best, you've never seen me stressed
I be еxtremely fresh in thе green GS
How I’m living so far, swell, you can’t scar L
Head of the Cartel, selling more cakes than Carvel
While y’all be on the street corners, bummy and high
I’m out buying the finest things money can buy
I keep it ghetto, but still I’m a fly fellow
Who love the cuties no matter if they dark skin or high yellow
And corny rappers I squash and disgrace
None of my bills got Washington’s face
One love to all the big willy crews and cliques, who’s stacking pools of chips, making moves with bricks, what?
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