Big L Put It On
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old school gangsta shit mother fucker. Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers hearts pumpin like reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothersd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul chil
d My guns go poom-poom, and yo guns go pow-pow Im known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie Im not a rookie I got girls that make that chick toni braxton look like whoopie I run with sturdy clicks Im nev
er hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy dont make it thirty-six Step to this youre good as gone, word is bond I leave mics torn when I put it on [kid capri] So put it on big l, put it on Cmon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn Cmon put it on big l, put it on Cmon put it on represent put i
t on, cmon! [big l] Nobody can take nuttin from big l but a loss chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth Im known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than gotti (you dont know? ) you betta ask somebody Big l is a crazy brother, and Im a lady lover A smooth ki
d thatll run up in your baby mother I push a slick benz, Im known to hit skinz And get endz and commit sins with sick friends Cause Im a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldnt be clever to miss Im leavin competitors
pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this Im catchin wreck to the break of dawn And its on, yo its a must that I put it on [kid capri] Yeah, so put it on big l, put it on Cmon put it on, big fella put it on and on Put it on big l, put it on represent Put it on, cmon put it on.. [*
unknown patois chatta - best guess *] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead, from army you provoked [big l] I drink moet not becks beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in
the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there And its a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach Im puttin rappers in the wheelchair, big l is the villain You still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here If you battle l you picked t
he wrong head I smash mics like cornbread, you cant kill me I was born dead And Im known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My raps steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon Its a new sherriff in town, and it aint reggie hammond Peace to my peoples, the chi
ldren of the corn Cause we put it on, adios, ghost Im gone [kid capri] So put it on big l, put it on Cmon put it on, big fella put it on and on Big l, you gotta put it on and on Put it on big l, put it on and on Word up, knahmsayin? My man big l, runnin things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you
know what I mean? Its the kid capri, in full flair And we gon put it on a little somethin like this Big l, cmon [big l] [kid capri] Lord finesse he be puttin it on My man buckwild he be puttin it on and on My man fat joe he be puttin it on Showbiz and a.g. yeah they be puttin it on and on I cant f
orget diamond d he be puttin it on The whole d.i.t.c. yeah they be puttin it on and on And of course kid capri yeah I be puttin it on The whole n.y.c. yeah we be puttin it on and on And Im out *echoes*

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