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| Big L The Big Picture Size 'Em Up Hey yo, the streets love me, man And I love the streets So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit Ya know me better than that Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch rode me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Made singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' 'Free L!' What Word up man, them niggaz is hungry They ready to bite a nigga arm off Chorus: repeat (2X) All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out Niggaz like,'L, when you comin' out?' Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit' Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my borough, believe me son We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out What Fuckin' punks Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday Chorus (2X) Yeah Flamboyant Entertainment Big L, Rondell You know how we do One time Can't forget my partner Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down The overseer Flamboyant |
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