Big L

[Intro] Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near you Check it out, come on check it [Verse 1] Make sure my mic is loud and my production is t

[Big L] One-two, one-two Kinda tired.. Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some shit Aight check it out Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin my chips You mad cau

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the big picture (intro) - big l (one, two, y'all know, y'all know, y'all know) alright, we gon' keep it movin' (check this out though) we gon' keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin' get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up (right you are) y

on the mic (roc raida turntablist mix) - big l ayyo 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 ga

Yo yo what the fuck man? Big L takin' over the streets Flamboyant Entertainment "What y'all bout to witness" "Big L, Big L, Big L" "My-my-my-my, my whole crew wild" "The game is called rap" "Other MC's ain't go

Aiyyo spark up the phillies and pass the stout Make it quick money grip or your ass is out In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightning You seen what happened in my last fight friend, aight then L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never swe

the enemy - big l i drive up and down harlem blocks, iced out watch knots in my socks cops think i'm selling rocks pulling me over to see if i'm drunk but i'm sober they wouldn't fuck with me if i drove a nova listen columbo you're mad because your m

[big l] It's flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin through the streets and everything was flowin nice The corner's crowded, niggaz must be rollin dice I parked the ride so my nigga iroc can crash the lye spot And

F/ kool g. rap [l] yeah, check this shit out [k] kool g. rap and my dog big l [k] holdin it di-down, ya heard? [big l] Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong Clown niggaz, y

[big l] Yeah, it's the big l Comin at you once again, in nine-five And I dedicate this one To all my peoples from uptown.. and everywhere Check it! Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen

[Chorus:] Its time to make power moves and get the chedda. And buy the real nice things that makes life betta. No foolish acts, moves must be clever. Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never. [Verse 1:] I walk through the ruggedest blo

She's the top, She's got the world on a string She makes me boogie, makes me do anything, Yeah, yeah Hey now, touch the sky You've got a certain kind of look in your eyes Well, she's a miracle, She's all that I need Like the water and the air that I

Yo, pay attention And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down Check it, my weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is fl

Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) Can I hit it? (Yes you can!) [Verse 1:] What's up boo, how you do? I've been watching you and you don't have a clue and this ain't nothin new Come to the crib, I got a beautiful view And a hea

Hook: Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (let 'em have it l) what? (give it to 'em l) yeah (x3) (let 'em have it) Verse 1: A-yo I'm serious I'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots No other writes rhymes

Intro: It's the number one crew in the area. Big l: Big l be lightin' niggas like incense Gettin' men lynched to win tits I'm killin' infants for ten cents Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak

verse one: let me get to the point real quick when ya pockets are thick mad chicks be on a brothers tip when ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car all the ho's go sweat you like a movie star to get in ya pockets thats what the girls wanna do b

Yo My crew is in the house Terra, herb mcgruff, buddah bless Big twan, killa kam, trooper j, and mike boogie And ima set it like this big l Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin