[big l]
Yeah, itand's the big l
Comin at you once again, in nine-five
And i dedicate this one
To all my peoples from uptown.. and everywhere
Check it!
Yo where iand'm from it ainand't cookies and cream
Thereand's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen
You never know when you gonna get wet
Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep
Instead of cool friends, theyand'd rather hang with male thugs
Instead of goin to school, theyand'd rather sell drugs
Itand's best to go the right route and not the wrong one
Because itand's gonna catch up witchu in the long run
Brothers be all up on us, actin stupid, gettin lifted
They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted
In other words, they got talent; but theyand'd rather sell cracks
And bust gats and run the streets actin violent
To them itand's all about hittin skinz and makin some easy green
Cause thatand's all they show you on the tv screen
All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut
They donand't give a (what?) cause they street struck
Chorus: big l
You betta listen when l rhyme; cause bein street struckand'll
Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when l rhyme; cause bein street struckand'll
Get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time
[big l]
Before the rap contract, i was sellin crack
Stay strapped with a mac, i was into alla that
I started rappin and got nice as hell
If it wasnand't for this i might be doin life in jail
And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin and'caine
If thatand's what you gotta do to maintain, go and'head and do your thang
But with the cash profit make an investment
And try not to go to the grave like the rest went
Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars
What good is that, if youand're dead, or behind bars?
And yo itand's not even funny
Iand've seen a lot of my peers give up they careers for some fast money
They couldand've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers
Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers
Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt
They had dreams but gave em up cause they street struck
Chorus: repeat 2x
[big l]
I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time
Iand'm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beats
Or either callin up some freaks to bone
But word up, i try to leave the streets alone
But itand's crazy hard kid, in other words, itand's spooky
The streets be callin me, like the crack be callin pookie
It ainand't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk
Cause where iand'm from -- you can choke from the gunsmoke
Stay off the corners; that might be your best plan
Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man
Or end up with a deep cut
Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struck
Chorus: repeat 2x
[big l]
Worrrd up!
Aiyyo take it from me, the big l
Cause i been through it all, youknowhatiand'msayin?
Stay off them corners youand'll stay out of trouble
And i gotta say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streets
Iand'm outta here
