Sandman 118 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, check out, 1-2, 1-2, it's the Big mothaf*ckin' L
And I'm 'bout to catch wreck off this dirt man sh*t
Yo, check it out, this that Sandman 118 sh*t
And it's the B-I-G-L, straight from 139 in f*cking Lenox
Harlem, the danger zone, I gotta represent it
Somebody gotta do it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayo, I got a new single out, It's called "M.V.P."
The most valuable poet, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it come to this sh*t
And I'ma prove it right now, check it out

[Verse]
My clique is quick to put a bullet in a strangers dome
You should of known not roam through the danger zone
In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest
We sendin' faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh
Big L grew up in the slums of greed
Known for drawing guns with speed
And selling tons of weed 'cause I got sons to feed
And it's a must that my toast smokes
I'm not like most folks
f*ck 10's and 20's, I carry ghost notes
And it's a must that I commence to slayin'
Any faggot emcee who goes against the grain
I'ma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli like a wooly
I keep a tooly for any mooly who act fooly
So if a n*gga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send him
After I skin him and spit some venom in him
I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters
Who spark buters and f*ck thick b*tches with large hooters
Yo, I'm that n*gga that be jumpin' on your stereo
When I walk the streets, your b*tches tappin' they friends like, "There he go"
Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow
Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow
'Cause I was never the type to start beefs
But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats
To hell with silly games, I play survival sports
Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the f*ck out with suicidal thoughts
All my life I've been a lady bruiser
A wrong chooser, school refuser
Drug abuser, born loser
Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny
A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money
Now me and the devil are on the same team
I'm a hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene
I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw
Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore
I'm not a coward, and frontin' on me, I won't allow it
I'm high-powered, f*ckin' freak b*tches like Nadina Howard
Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Peli on
I'm f*ckin' with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon
On the ave with punk rocks, quick to give a chump knocks
You ain't tough, the only thing you shootin' is jump shots
My style is hard like strong lumber
Cute chicks get the di*k, ugly b*tches get the wrong number
[Outro]
And that's how we doin' it