big l -On The Mic （Roc Raida Turntablist Mix）
Ayo I should've been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin'almost tried 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'mma squeeze
The gat and pop ten out
You see corleone ice spinnin'
Jigged out white linen
And if a b**ch don't like me
She must like women
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'coz your career's in the ninth inning
It's over now n**ga leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where mc's get slain
Where thugs that never hesitateto squeeze the flame
Where n**gas be takin'drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey 48hours like nick nolte
When I was ot your b**ch wrote me
First day home I dived in it left her thighs dented
Now that b**ch be pagin'me every five minutes
MC's I squash and disgrace
It's all about the benji's
So why your bills got washington's face
A lot of cats be frontin'
Mad singles with a fifty on top
L tryin'to have the city on lock
Peace to biggie and pac
'Coz they really were hot
Rap game heavy hitters
It's a shame they no longer with us
N**gas wanna be l ladies wanna see l
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin'free l
What
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I was rockin'mics since n**gas was rockin'pro keds
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I'm floorin'n**gas and I only weigh a buck and change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
F**kin'with me a lot of n**gas be small change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
Big l
Represent
Aiyyo I hear a lot of b**ch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is runnin'out
N**gas like l when you comin'out
Because they sick of all this drag queen sh*t
Your wife missin'
I'm the n**ga see was last seen with
Me and ron hit it up on some tag team sh*t
A bunch of n**gas got smoked for the cash
Used to ride greyhounds with dimes hoes
Who stuffed the coke in they a**
Crazy beefs got provoked in the past
Lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem world be the place of my birth
Believe me son we breed the smoothest n**gas
On the face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd
I'mma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bumb nerd
When I was unheard
Now I'm icey I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird
I push whips while you walk all day
And I hate when strange n**gas wanna talk all day
Clown a**sh*t hate to be around that sh*t
You don't know me just say
What's up give me a pound that's it
When I was at the steakhouse pullin'cake out
You was at some cheap chinese sh*t gettin'take out
How you make out you take the fake route
You 'oughta break out
You couldn't get a b**ch
Before you put your tape out
What
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I was rockin'mics since n**gas was rockin'pro keds
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I'm floorin'n**gas and I only weigh a buck and change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
F**kin'with me a lot of n**gas be small change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent