[big l]
Yo once again itand's the big l, that kid who got much props
From killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So donand't step to this, cause i got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yoand' size too
I was taught wise, iand'm known to extort guys
This ainand't cali, itand's harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps g just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your lp cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ainand't even go wood
Iand'm not the type to take sluts, i just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, thatand's idiotic
Cause if big l got the aids every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six gand's
And i put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese
Chorus: big l (repeat 2x)
(ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or iand'ma have your family dressed in all black
[big l]
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
Or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
I must warn, i got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like p.m. dawn
Iand'm catchin bodies like a villainand's supposed to
And i squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too
So donand't try to test me, cause i canand't stand test-es
Fuck around, iand'll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this, and get left with a face full of tears pull
But man youand've been rappin for years now
And ainand't make a hit yet, your flock better split set
In the showerand's the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, i come out of wars barely bruised
Iand'm puttin motherfuckers on the daily news
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe
Chorus 2x
[big l]
Yo ever since i was young, i ripped mics and i killed beasts
And iand'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, i got mad fame
Iand'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if i catch aids, then iand'ma start rapin bitches
Iand'm all about makin papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like norman bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty gand's is what the creep stole; so the next day
Knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
Thatand's the type of shit iand'm on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early mornand'
You know my style iand'm wild, comin straight out of harlem pal
Itand's big l, the motherfuckin problem child
Chorus 2x
[big l]
This goes out to all yand'all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ainand't ready for a funeral, donand't fuck with me
Cause i know a good way to get your family together
And i ainand't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, iand'm bout to sign out, but before i go
I gotta say peace to the nfl crew, you know who you are
And all yand'all niggaz talkin that gun shit
And wonand't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!
Word, iand'm bout to get up out of here
Yo iand'm out b, yo peace man
I gotta get this money
So all yand'all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!
