Put In On (Non-Prophets Remix) Big L

[Intro]
Big L
Big L
You can't kill me, I was born dead

[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers’ hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go "BOOM BOOM!" and yo’ guns go "pow pow"
I'm known to have a hottie open
I keep the shotty smokin'
Front, and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi
I run with sturdy cliques
I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six
Step to this, you’re good as gone
Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on

[Chorus: Kid Capri]
So put it on, Big L, put it on!
C’mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn!
C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on!
C’mon, put it on, represent, put it on, C'MON!