Once Again lyrics

by

Ma$e


[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll n*ggas like damn it this n*ggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy b*tch

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', I'ma try 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'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a b*tch don't like me she must like women
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, n*gga, leave the game
I'm from the Danger Zone where emcees get slain
Where thugs'll never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Where n*ggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, yo b*tch wrote me
First day home I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that b*tch be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Mad singles wit' a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us
n*ggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
What
[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll n*ggas like damn it this n*ggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy b*tch
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll n*ggas like damn it this n*ggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy b*tch

[Verse 2]
Aye yo I hear a lot of b*tch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is running out
n*ggas like L' when you coming out
Because they sick of all this drag queen sh*t
Your wife's missing im the n*gga she was last seen with
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team sh*t
A bunch of n*ggas got smoked for the cash
Used to ride greyhounds with dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass
Crazy beef's 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*ggas on the face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd I'm a never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve 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*ggas wanna talk all day
Clown ass sh*t, hate to be around that sh*t
You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it
When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese sh*t gettin' take out
How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out
You couldn't get a b*tch before you put your tape out
What
[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll n*ggas like damn it this n*ggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy b*tch
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll n*ggas like damn it this n*ggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy b*tch
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