Текст (слова) песни: Big L - 139

 
"Big L" --- Lord Finesse 
 
*scratched during the intro* 
"1-3-9" --- Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments 
 
[Intro: Big L] 
Where I`m from 
Yeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeah 
Big L Harlem on the rise, 1 3 9 
You ain`t know!? 
One love to my nigga McGruff, Mase Murda, Killa Kam 
Rest in peace to my man Bloodshed 
Live on baby, the spirit live on 
Yeah BBO in the house 
Yeah my men stand I`ma rock this shit 
Check it out! 
 
[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 ones 
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 
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 the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon 
L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on 
I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up 
Plenty bitch-ass niggaz Big L stuck 
I never catch cold feet when I hold heat 
We roll deep, with the Triple Black dogs in their old jeep 
I catch a fag three o`clock in the morn 
On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome 
Tell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit, don`t try to get slick 
Or I`m a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit split" 
Prick, it ain`t nothing decent about me 
A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me 
A rap junkie, don`t try to play me like some flunky 
Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy 
And mad niggaz be fronting the life 
Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not 
Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don`t even look at me 
I might break your jaw just for glancing 
I`m sick like Manson 
In `97 Harlem kids is blowing 
And we don`t trip, we`ll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing 
 
 Big L 
 Harlem`s Finest - A Freestyle History 
 Stretch Debut  
 
[Big L] 
Word, check it out check it out check it out 
Bust it 
MC`s get taught a lesson 
when the mic is in my posession 
Rap`s my profession L is nice, no question 
It`s a fact I stay geared you shouldn`t beweared 
That I`m feared cause my raps are rougher 
than a nappy (?) 
I cook rappers like a chef 
I`m def like Jeff right to left 
My raps are better than Morgan (?) 
With niggaz deaths I`m the number one suspect 
Cause I catch much wreck specially when I`m upset 
Suckers I`m a stiggedystar breakin` them mother and takin` they heart 
You better believe Big L is a matter be rippin` the microphones apart 
I hold the forty right because I`m the naughty type 
When I strike the mic niggaz be like shorty hype 
I`m smoother than Velvet my lyrics is well writ` 
You sayin` L`s this and L`s that kid or L did 
Rhymes I create and I couch ya whole crew 
Battlin` me is like fightin` on the river in a phonebooth 
I wreck mics and rock the cool speech 
cause nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin` schoolteachers 
One two, one two, rappers I run through 
Fuck Corati I crack his gun fool 
The Big L is an assasinator 
I grab the mack and leave a fag leakin` like activator 
I`m the nigga that you never even thougth of beatin` 
black white or puerto rican 
I`m gonna slaughter each an` 
every crap MC that warms up 
when a battle comes up 
give me two thumbs up 
Peace
 

Другие песни Big L :

139
All Black
Stretch & Bobbito `92
Stretch & Bobbito `93
Stretch & Bobbito `94
`98 Freestyle
`98 Freestyle Part 2