I don't give a ****, this guy is so ****ing underrated its crazy......i've heard all the greats and their best albums but Big L is the best i've ever heard.....and **** you ****s who keep saying he only had 1 album, who gives a ****?? name me 1 other rapper who had better lyrics than Big L????
and to all you noobs who haven't heard his ****....listen to these 2 tracks before talking ****.....
Big L ’98 Freestyle Lyrics
[big l]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big l, 'bout ta.. get into some ****
Aight check it out
Yo, **** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your *****
With both hands on her ****
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I **** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause *****z like you
Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, **** more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
****in punk, you ain't a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man ****
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't **** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up *****, or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head
{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool
****in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that ***** is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of *****z got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ***** sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all *****z like, 'damnit this ***** done done it again'
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't **** with none of you *****z
I might pull out this gun on your *****z
And rob every last one of you *****z
[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )
[big l] I'm tired
[bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous Lyrics
(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
Did you think anybody in this town is any different?
They don't give a damn who gets killed
Just as long as "the dice keep rollin
The hoes keep hoein
And the money keeps flowin")
My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime *****s try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats
Yo, I'm a mutha****in fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me it's all about a buck
I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin **** up like Frank Nitti
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
Then I murdered his ass and took his half
Because I'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no mutha****in friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, **** that
Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet
Makin about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other ****
Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin connivin mutha****a
Breakin in cribs with a crow-bar
I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
I used to wait until it gets dark
And tell a ***** to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks
Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast
I vicked this ***** named Eugene
Took his brand new ring
Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride
Saw this ***** named Clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
The Big L was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a ****
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many brains I bust
Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous
Word
All of us from Harlem
139
That's livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous
Uknowmsayin?
This goes out
To my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice
Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0
Lennox Ave., troop
And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog
And my man Kerry
Peace
(Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a ****in child?
Word to mother
**** all that stupid ****
Controversial, not commercial, *****)
and to all you noobs who haven't heard his ****....listen to these 2 tracks before talking ****.....
Big L ’98 Freestyle Lyrics
[big l]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big l, 'bout ta.. get into some ****
Aight check it out
Yo, **** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from new york and never was a fan of the knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your *****
With both hands on her ****
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin g stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I **** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause *****z like you
Be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, **** more bitches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
****in punk, you ain't a +leader+ what? nobody +follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(mmmm.. whoo!) you on some tagalong flunkie yes man ****
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't **** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up *****, or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask beavis I get nuttin butt-head
{*laughter*} my game is, vicious and cool
****in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that ***** is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of *****z got they whole style from?
(yeah!) so what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ***** sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all *****z like, 'damnit this ***** done done it again'
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't **** with none of you *****z
I might pull out this gun on your *****z
And rob every last one of you *****z
[bobbito] yeahhh! (what? )
[big l] I'm tired
[bobbito] for somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!
Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous Lyrics
(Everybody everywhere is scratching for what they can get
Did you think anybody in this town is any different?
They don't give a damn who gets killed
Just as long as "the dice keep rollin
The hoes keep hoein
And the money keeps flowin")
My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns
Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
On 139 and Lennox Ave. there's a big park
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime *****s try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats
Yo, I'm a mutha****in fugitive
Buckwild and foul is the lifestyle that I choose to live
Because to me it's all about a buck
I used to have a partner in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shootin **** up like Frank Nitti
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck a dice game on the ave. and split the cash
Then I murdered his ass and took his half
Because I'm all about ends and skins
When you got dough, you don't need no mutha****in friends
If I catch you on a late night, black, you're gettin stuck, jack
My moms told me to get a job, **** that
Aiyo, picture me gettin a job
Takin orders from Bob, sellin corn on the cob
Yo, how the hell I'ma make ends meet
Makin about 120 dollars a week?
Man, I rather do another hit
I want clean clothes, mean hoes, and all that other ****
Yo, I admit, I'm a sucker
A low down, dirty, sneaky, double-crossin connivin mutha****a
Breakin in cribs with a crow-bar
I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
I used to wait until it gets dark
And tell a ***** to strip, I wanna see some birthmarks
Like a ninja, dressed in black with a ski mask
I take all the funds, then I run down the street fast
I vicked this ***** named Eugene
Took his brand new ring
Cause stickin up's a everyday routine
Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride
Saw this ***** named Clyde
And snuck up on him from the blind side
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
The Big L was cold crazy
A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
I don't care, I'll do anything to get a buck
Even rob a Miller truck, cause I don't give a ****
Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim
Once a brother done broke into my house and I robbed him
Plenty and many brains I bust
Cause I was livin the lifestyle of the poor and dangerous
Word
All of us from Harlem
139
That's livin the lifestyle of the poor & dangerous
Uknowmsayin?
This goes out
To my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice
Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice and Rich Dice
I can't forget the 1-4-0
Lennox Ave., troop
And I gotta say rest in peace to Mate the Skate, Dog
And my man Kerry
Peace
(Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a child?
Now what kinda life is that for a ****in child?
Word to mother
**** all that stupid ****
Controversial, not commercial, *****)
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