All Black Lyrics - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous - Big L

[big l] 

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 out, I just fuck they guts out 

Get my nuts out, then 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, pal 

But man you've been rappin for years now 

And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec 

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 beats 

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!