Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for b**hes
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 p**y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
b**hes get f**ed on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh**, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friend?
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, n***as j**els 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 volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you sh** is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherf**er like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the n***a with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving n***as comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap sh** was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to d**h that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the n***a police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
f** around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down