"Big L" -- Lord Finesse
*scratched during the intro*
"1-3-9" -- Notorious B.I.G. - Ten Crack Commandments
(Intro: Big L)
Where I'm from
Yeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeah
Big L Harlem on the rise, 1 3 9
You ain't know!?
One love to my n*gga McGruff, Mase Murda, Killa Kam
Rest in peace to my man Bloodshed
Live on baby, the spirit live on
Yeah BBO in the house
Yeah my men stand I'ma rock this sh*t
Check it out!
(Big L)
Yo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns
One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down
b*tches be on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones
That live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah
Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tapped
This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got
Mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted
You can see pal, it's all about me now
Twenty G's a show b*tch three thou just to freestyle
I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these
Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon
L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on
I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held up
Plenty b*tch-ass n*ggas Big L stuck
I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
We roll deep, with the Triple Black dogs in their old jeep
I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
On the block all alone and put the Glock to his dome
Tell him "Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slick
Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your sh*t split"
Prick, it ain't nothing decent about me
A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me
A rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunky
Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy
And mad n*ggas be fronting the life
Popping mad sh*t, trying to be something they not
Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me
I might break your jaw just for glancing
I'm sick like Manson
In '97 Harlem kids is blowing
And we don't trip, we'll let a b*tch starve til her ribs are showing
Artist: Big L
Album: Harlem's Finest - A Freestyle History
Song: Stretch Debut
(Big L)
Word, check it out check it out check it out
Bust it
Emcee's get taught a lesson
When the mic is in my posession
Rap's my profession L is nice, no question
It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird
That I'm feared cause my raps are rougher
Than a nappy beard
I cook rappers like a chef
I'm def like Jeff right to left
My raps are better than mornin' breath
With n*ggas deaths I'm the number one suspect
Cause I catch much wreck specially when I'm upset
Suckers I'm a stiggedy star, breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart
You better believe Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart
I hold the forty right because I'm the naughty type
When I strike the mic n*ggas be like shorty hype
I'm smoother than Velvet my lyrics is well writ'
You sayin' L's this and L's get off L's di*k
Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth
Battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and rock the cool speeches
Cause nowadays rappers think they motherf*ckin' schoolteachers
One two, one two, rappers I run through
f*ck Karate I practice gun-fu
The Big L is an assasinator
I grab the mag and leave a fag leakin' like activator
I'm the n*gga that you never even thougth of beatin'
Black white or puerto rican
I'm gonna slaughter each an'
Every crab emcee that runs up
When a battle comes up
Give me two thumbs up
Peace!