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 Im serious Im not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other writes rhymes like these
Im cool as a light breeze
Im playin rappers out like striped Lees
Smoother than velvet
My lyrics are well writ
You sayin Ls this and Ls that
Get off L dick
I dont roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325 Is
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now hes in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo Im the brother that you never even thought of beatin
Black white or Puerto Rican
Im gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up
Give me two thumbs up
Hook
Verse 2:
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
Yo its all about me its a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldnt kill time
One two one two crews I run through
Fuck karate Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause Im a MC assassinator
I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
Im naughty and stop callin me shorty my names L
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
MCs be talkin about breakin jaws when they couldnt break a promise
With Big L you cant swing long
So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song
Hook
Verse 3:
The Big Ls back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact black Im puttin Harlem on the map
Whats up cause Im a stiggy star
Breakin em up and then talkin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin microphones apart
Im undefeated thats the stone truth
Cause battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride
I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didnt last
I pulled out fast
I tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
I make a lot of doe
Im quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate she gotta go
When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy
Cause Im a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L
Hook
Big L Outro:
A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner
doin something they aint got no business doin
I gotta say whats up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Cant forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatImsayin?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo L you must be buggin B
You didnt even let me say whats up to my hoes B
Big L:
Oh yeah we gotta say whats up to the hoes man
Word up lets go see our P.O.
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 Im serious Im not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other writes rhymes like these
Im cool as a light breeze
Im playin rappers out like striped Lees
Smoother than velvet
My lyrics are well writ
You sayin Ls this and Ls that
Get off L dick
I dont roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325 Is
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now hes in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo Im the brother that you never even thought of beatin
Black white or Puerto Rican
Im gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up
Give me two thumbs up
Hook
Verse 2:
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
Yo its all about me its a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldnt kill time
One two one two crews I run through
Fuck karate Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause Im a MC assassinator
I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
Im naughty and stop callin me shorty my names L
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
MCs be talkin about breakin jaws when they couldnt break a promise
With Big L you cant swing long
So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song
Hook
Verse 3:
The Big Ls back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact black Im puttin Harlem on the map
Whats up cause Im a stiggy star
Breakin em up and then talkin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin microphones apart
Im undefeated thats the stone truth
Cause battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride
I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didnt last
I pulled out fast
I tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
I make a lot of doe
Im quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate she gotta go
When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy
Cause Im a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L
Hook
Big L Outro:
A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner
doin something they aint got no business doin
I gotta say whats up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Cant forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatImsayin?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo L you must be buggin B
You didnt even let me say whats up to my hoes B
Big L:
Oh yeah we gotta say whats up to the hoes man
Word up lets go see our P.O.
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 Im serious Im not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other writes rhymes like these
Im cool as a light breeze
Im playin rappers out like striped Lees
Smoother than velvet
My lyrics are well writ
You sayin Ls this and Ls that
Get off L dick
I dont roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325 Is
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now hes in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo Im the brother that you never even thought of beatin
Black white or Puerto Rican
Im gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up
Give me two thumbs up
Hook
Verse 2:
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
Yo its all about me its a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldnt kill time
One two one two crews I run through
Fuck karate Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause Im a MC assassinator
I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
Im naughty and stop callin me shorty my names L
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
MCs be talkin about breakin jaws when they couldnt break a promise
With Big L you cant swing long
So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song
Hook
Verse 3:
The Big Ls back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact black Im puttin Harlem on the map
Whats up cause Im a stiggy star
Breakin em up and then talkin they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin microphones apart
Im undefeated thats the stone truth
Cause battlin me is like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride
I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didnt last
I pulled out fast
I tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
I make a lot of doe
Im quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate she gotta go
When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy
Cause Im a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L
Hook
Big L Outro:
A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner
doin something they aint got no business doin
I gotta say whats up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Cant forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatImsayin?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo L you must be buggin B
You didnt even let me say whats up to my hoes B
Big L:
Oh yeah we gotta say whats up to the hoes man
Word up lets go see our P.O.