Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name Some still be large if the crack never came out I got the style, always been a foul child My guns go poom-poom, and yo' go pow-pow I'm to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin' Front and get half the in your body broken And it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie I got that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it Step to this you're good as gone, word is I leave mics when I put it on
So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, and on, and put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on put it on, c'mon!
Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of teeth I'm known to gas a and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you ask somebody Big L is a brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in baby mother I a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz And get endz and commit sins sick friends 'Cause I'm a money getter, a honey hitter You think you as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shoes, be clever to miss I'm leavin' pissed To you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm wreck to the break of dawn And on, yo it's a must that I put it on
Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on, big put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on Put it on, put it on..
Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi Boy you gwan dead you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi You gwan dead, army you provoked
I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in gear Peace to my homies in the lean, I see you when I get there And it's a fact I a gat in my arm reach I freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the You still fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for here If you battle l you the wrong head I mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead And I'm known to steel trigs and kill pigs I run with I'll kids and nigs who peel wigs My rap's slammin', I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie to my peoples, the children of the corn Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm
So put it on Big L, put it on put it on, big fella put it on and on Big L, you put it on and on Put it on Big L, put it on and on up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin things for the And nine-oh-s, you know I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like Big L,
Finesse he be puttin' it on My man buckwild he be it on and on My man Fat Joe he be it on Showbiz and A.G. they be puttin' it on and on I can't diamond he be puttin' it on The whole d.i.t.c.yeah be puttin' it on and on And of course Kid Capri I be puttin' it on The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be it on and on And I'm out