Текст (слова) песни: Big L - All Black

 
[Big L] 
Yo once again it`s the Big L, that kid who got much props 
from killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots 
So don`t step to this, cause I got a live crew 
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo` size too 
I was taught wise, I`m known to extort guys 
This ain`t Cali, it`s Harlem nigga we do walkbys 
No one can match me, tax me or wax me 
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me 
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood 
Because it was no good, that shit ain`t even go wood 
I`m not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out 
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out 
Me being a virgin, that`s idiotic 
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it 
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G`s 
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese 
 
Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) 
 
(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) 
Or I`ma have your family dressed in all black 
 
[Big L] 
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief 
or catch a buck shot to your domepiece 
I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond 
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn 
I`m catchin bodies like a villain`s supposed to 
And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too 
So don`t try to test me, cause I can`t stand test-es 
Fuck around, I`ll introduce you to your ancestors 
Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal 
but man you`ve been rappin for years now 
and ain`t made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec 
In the shower`s the only time you get your dick wet 
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised 
I`m puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News 
I was a gangsta from the git-go 
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Big L] 
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats 
And I`m known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets 
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame 
I`m quick to put a slug in a fag brain 
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches 
And if I catch AIDS, then I`ma start rapin bitches 
I`m all about makin papes kid 
I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did 
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask 
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast 
Fifty G`s is what the creep stole; so the next day 
knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole 
That`s the type of shit I`m on, word is bond 
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn` 
You know my style I`m wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal 
It`s Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child 
 
Chorus 2X 
 
[Big L] 
This goes out to all y`all bitch-ass niggaz 
So if your mother ain`t ready for a funeral, don`t FUCK with me 
Cause I know a good way to get your family together 
and I ain`t talkin bout a reunion motherfucker 
Yo, I`m bout to sign out, but before I go 
I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are 
And all y`all niggaz talkin that gun shit 
and won`t bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk! 
Word, I`m bout to get up out of here 
Yo I`m out B, yo peace man 
I gotta get this money 
So all y`all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready 
Hahahaha!
 

Другие песни Big L :

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