Big L - '95 Hot97 TF5 MC Show Freestyle lyrics

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Big L - '95 Hot97 TF5 MC Show Freestyle lyrics

[Big L] Ayo, spark up the Phillies my man and pa** that Moet Big L representin' with the Presidential Rolly Y'all brothas know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links Givin' all the ladies eye winks as I buy drinks As soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothas could tell, that none of ya rappers are rougher than L My rappin' sk**s was a great gift The other night some snake rift and got a hot lead face lift All through high school I had braids, kept mad blades Stabbin' teachers to d**h that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beefsteak Cause my technique's great / And I'm the brotha police hate in each state Yeah, that's a little somethin'. Now I'm a drop one mo' for my man T cause he up in here. Check it out, check it out yeah and ya don't stop, Big L represents, check it out Yo, I walk around with six thou', sippin' on Cris-tal My whole clique's foul I'm rich pal, no more sticks, I'm makin' hits now The type o' brother that be gamin' yo' freaks While you out workin' hard, I'm puttin' stains in yo' sheets And clown hearts, ya put a lot of fear L is the brotha you better not even try to scare Cause some hot lead will get you outta here While I'm rockin' tours you moppin' floors / And I always deal with kis and not the kind that be lockin' doors On one three nine and Lenox brothers are bananas We got bad manners, cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us But I hate jakes, they mad cause I make papes I'm larger than the Great Lakes with drug spots in eight states Used to be Little, now I'm double X Pushin' a bubble Lex', I got connects with foreigners who smuggle tecs I'm chillin', makin' sure this money is right Sippin' Sunny Delight, hittin' every honey in sight I'm the man with all the cream and clout Cash I'm never seen without, make the ladies scream and shout Big L is the brotha you dream about And every girl I got looks like a model If you ever see me with a chickenhead, she must a hit the lotto And Uptown is where L rest, I stay well dressed I write rhymes more than Jamaican n***as sell ses' Aight, little somethin', little somethin'. I can't hang with my man but I still represented. You know. Yeah, word up