[Big L]
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Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)
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Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks
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Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks
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I sex them chicks and send them home
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Corleone is known to be stoned
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When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown
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The other night around 8 P.M.
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Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM
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Went to the ATM, took a thou' out
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then later on I had to wild out
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In the club, knock some coward and his pal out
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Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
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Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out
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Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
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I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
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And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks
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but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks
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So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
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Illegal chips keep my celly on
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Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on
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If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon
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If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
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Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst
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I've been off the scene over three years
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and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse
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So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;
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get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat
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That attitude - you better get rid of that
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Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
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What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
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Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real
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L is rap's most livest cat
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I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,
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"Do you want fries with that?"
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I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced
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The one police wouldn't dare chase
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Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal
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Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial
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Chorus: Miss Jones
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Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L
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Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,
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do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")
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Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L
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Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,
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do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")
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[Stan Spit]
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Stan Spit, yo, uh
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Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit
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I did a flick and bounced on L's shit
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Well shit, expect me to go platinum
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That's the only reason why I'm rappin
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And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen
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with no release date, I sell in each state
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I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak
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So what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thing
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My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring
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After platinum it's the same thing
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And niggaz'll never learn
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til I pull the steel and make they lover burn
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You don't get another turn, game's over
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Here's my flamethrower
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Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier
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Wait til I get older - and we won't stop
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I thought Mase told ya
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Nigga Stan he do what he gotta
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And these haters can't do me nada
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Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada
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Chorus
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[A.G.]
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Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks
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These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that
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These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that
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I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at
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Now where the brews, and the drugs at?
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Corrupt cats kept slug hats
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Asked the feds where the bugs at
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Puff with the dread, cause I puff black
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High, til I die, and you can trust that
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All I wanna know - is the club packed?
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I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that
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She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe
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And them niggaz who owe, give up that
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Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and OT
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Go 'head and provoke me
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Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B
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Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin
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y'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill Clinton
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Chorus 2X
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[A.G.] Big L..
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Holdin' it Down
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Big L |