CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 7 Minute Freestyle
Yo, check it
Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for b*t*hes
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pu**y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
b*t*hes get f**ked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh*t, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
'Cause in a street brawl I strike mеn like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friеnd? Aight, then
I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from, n***as jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you sh*t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**ker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near, it's that n***a with knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' n***as comatose
Front and get your brain pinched, Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap sh*t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the n***a police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper
f**k around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down
Yo I got slugs for snitches, no love for b*t*hes
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pu**y like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
b*t*hes get f**ked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' 'em with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullsh*t, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
'Cause in a street brawl I strike mеn like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friеnd? Aight, then
I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mics
Where I'm from, n***as jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you sh*t is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon and break a motherf**ker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near, it's that n***a with knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' n***as comatose
Front and get your brain pinched, Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap sh*t was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the n***a police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper, punk brother vamper
f**k around, you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town, you know my style, clown, so bow down
