Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
 from killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
 So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
 You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
 I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
 This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
 No one can match me, tax me or wax me
 If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
 Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
 Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
 I'm not the type to take sluts, I just fuck they guts out
 Get my nuts out, break the fuck out
 Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
 Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
 Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's
 and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese
 Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)
 (Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
 Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
 [Big L]
 I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
 or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
 I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
 Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
 I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to
 And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too
 So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es
 Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors
 Step to this, and get left with a face full of tears pull
 but man you've been rappin for years now
 and ain't make a hit yet, your flock better split set
 In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
 I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
 I'm puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News
 I was a gangsta from the git-go
 Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe
 Chorus 2X
 [Big L]
 Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beasts
 And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
 No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
 I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain
 I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
 And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin bitches
 I'm all about makin papes kid
 I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
 My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
 Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
 Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day
 knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
 That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond
 Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'
 You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal
 It's Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child
 Chorus 2X
 [Big L]
 This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
 So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't FUCK with me
 Cause I know a good way to get your family together
 and I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
 Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go
 I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are
 And all y'all niggaz talkin that gun shit
 and won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!
 Word, I'm bout to get up out of here
 Yo I'm out B, yo peace man
 I gotta get this money
 So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
 Hahahaha