Big L - All Black Lyrics
[big l]Yo once again its the big l, that kid who got much propsFrom killin corrupt cops, with mother*****in buck shotsSo dont step to this, cause I got a live crewYou might be kinda big but they make coffins yo size tooI was taught wise, Im known to extort guysThis aint cali, its harlem nigga we do walkbysNo one can match me, tax me or wax meIf you want me to write you some raps g just ask meCause on the shelf is where your lp cold stoodBecause it was no good, that shit aint even go woodIm not the type to take sluts out, I just ***** they guts outGet my nuts out, then break the ***** outMe being a virgin, thats idioticCause if big l got the aids every cutie in the city got itOnce a nigga tried to stick me for six gsAnd I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheeseChorus: big l (repeat 2x)(ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)Or ima have your family dressed in all black[big l]I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chiefOr catch a buck shot to your domepieceI must warn, I got it goin on, word is bondDucks be gettin thrown off platforms like p.m. dawnIm catchin bodies like a villains supposed toAnd I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes tooSo dont try to test me, cause I cant stand test-es***** around, Ill introduce you to your ancestorsStep to this and get left with a face full of tears, palBut man youve been rappin for years nowAnd aint made a hit yet, you flop in a split secIn the showers the only time you get your dick wetI roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruisedIm puttin mother*****ers on the daily newsI was a gangsta from the git-goLeavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toeChorus 2x[big l]Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beatsAnd Im known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheetsNo dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fameIm quick to put a slug in a fag brainI be placin snitches inside lakes and ditchesAnd if I catch aids, then ima start rapin *****esIm all about makin papes kidI killed my mother with a shovel just like norman bates didMy old man in the past, stuck me up without a maskThen his ass cold dashed with my cash fastFifty gs is what the creep stole; so the next dayKnocked on his door and shot his granny through the peepholeThats the type of shit Im on, word is bondGot it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early mornYou know my style Im wild, comin straight out of harlem palIts big l, the mother*****in problem childChorus 2x[big l]This goes out to all yall *****-ass niggazSo if your mother aint ready for a funeral, dont ***** with meCause I know a good way to get your family togetherAnd I aint talkin bout a reunion mother*****erYo, Im bout to sign out, but before I goI gotta say peace to the nfl crew, you know who you areAnd all yall niggaz talkin that gun shitAnd wont bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!Word, Im bout to get up out of hereYo Im out b, yo peace manI gotta get this moneySo all yall niggaz on my hitlist get your suits readyHahahaha!
