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[Big L] Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down Bitches be on me like I'm welfare Even rich whores that live in Bel Air Is this Big L? Yeah, hell yeah Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it Chain got mega ice in it Push an Infinite, chrome rims, light-tinted And you can see pal, it's all about me now Twenty G's a show, bitch, three thou' just to freestyle I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on I stay jewel-ed up, pockets swelled up From banks I held up Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck I never catch cold feet when I hold heat We roll deep, in the triple black, dark-tinted o' jeep I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn' On the block all alone And put a Glock to his dome Tell him: Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split Prick, it ain't nothin' decent about me A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junky, don't try to play me like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy And mad niggas be frontin' a lot Poppin' mad shit, tryin' to be somethin' they not Your faggot ass better stick to dancin' Don't even look at me, I might break your jaw just for glancin' I'm sick like Manson In '97 Harlem kids is blowin' And we don't trick, we'll let a bitch starve 'til her ribs is showin'
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