Big L

Big L - Size 'em Up songtekst

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And I love the streets
 So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit
 Ya know me better than that
 Ayo, I shoulda been out
 I'm deadly when I pull the pin 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 ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
 And if a bitch don't like me she must like women
 Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
 Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
 It's over now, nigga, leave the game
 I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
 We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
 We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
 Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
 When I was OT your bitch rode me
 First day home I dived in it
 Left her thighs dented
 Now that bitch 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'
 Made 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
 Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
 If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
 What
 Word up man, them niggaz is hungry
 They ready to bite a nigga arm off
 Chorus(x2):
 All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
 See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
 Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us?
 And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
 Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
 See a lot of switch in your walk
 Only thugs get rich in New York
 Time is runnin' out
 Niggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?"
 Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
 Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'
 Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
 A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash
 Used to ride Greyhounds wit' 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 borough, believe me son
 We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth
 Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
 As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma 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 niggaz wanna talk all day
 Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit
 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 shit gettin' take out
 How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out
 You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out
 What
 Fuckin' punks
 Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday
 Chorus(x2)
 Yeah
 Flamboyant Entertainment
 Big L, Rondell
 You know how we do
 One time
 Can't forget my partner
 Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
 The overseer
 Flamboyant
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Auteur: Rondell Turner

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rawkus Records

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Uitgegeven in: 2000

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Big Picture (2000)

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