[Intro: Bobbito & Big L]
Aight, Big L
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Check it out (Yeah, ha-ha)
Check it out, aight (Woo)
Check it out
If you wanna put your man on too, you could do it together
Aight, aight (Yeah)
I'ma set it off like this, check it out
Yo, check it
[Verse 1: Big L & Bobbito]
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' Jacks
And beatin' them with smokin' gats (Woo)
Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one (Ha-ha)
'Cause in a street brawl (Yeah) I strike men like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes (Ah), I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near
It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear (Ha-ha)
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (Come on)
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since (Woo)
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper (Big L, Big L)
Punk brother vamper, fuck around
You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper (Yeah)
Cops drop when my Glock makes the "pow" sound
I'm from a wild town
You know my style, clown, so bow down
Aight, Big L
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Check it out (Yeah, ha-ha)
Check it out, aight (Woo)
Check it out
If you wanna put your man on too, you could do it together
Aight, aight (Yeah)
I'ma set it off like this, check it out
Yo, check it
[Verse 1: Big L & Bobbito]
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' Jacks
And beatin' them with smokin' gats (Woo)
Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one (Ha-ha)
'Cause in a street brawl (Yeah) I strike men like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes (Ah), I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near
It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear (Ha-ha)
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost (Come on)
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since (Woo)
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper (Big L, Big L)
Punk brother vamper, fuck around
You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper (Yeah)
Cops drop when my Glock makes the "pow" sound
I'm from a wild town
You know my style, clown, so bow down
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