Put It On Lyrics - Lifestylez Ov Da Poor And Dangerous - Big L

Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks 

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks 

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts 

Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out 

I got the wild style, always been a foul child 

My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow 

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin' 

Front and get half the bones in your body broken 

And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie 

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like whoopie 

I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks 

Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six 

Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond 

I leave mics torn when I put it on 

So put it on Big L, put it on 

C'mon put it on, and on, and onnn 

C'mon put it on Big L, put it on 

C'mon put it on represent put it on, c'mon! 

Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief 

The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth 

I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie 

Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody 

Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover 

A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother 

I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz 

And get endz and commit sins with sick friends 

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter 

You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga 

I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to miss 

I'm leavin' competitors pissed 

To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this 

I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn 

And it's 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 fella put it on and on 

Put it on Big L, put it on represent 

Put it on, c'mon put it on.. 

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke 

Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke 

See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke 

You gwan dead, from army you provoked 

I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear 

Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there 

And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach 

I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach 

I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain 

You still fear, cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here 

If you battle l you picked the wrong head 

I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead 

And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs 

I run with I'll kids and real nigs who peel wigs 

My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon 

It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond 

Peace to my peoples, the children of the corn 

Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone 

So put it on Big L, put it on 

C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on 

Big L, you gotta put it on and on 

Put it on Big L, put it on and on 

Word up, knahmsayin? 

My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four 

And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? 

It's the Kid Capri, in full flair 

And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this 

Big L, c'mon 

Lord Finesse he be puttin' it on 

My man buckwild he be puttin' it on and on 

My man Fat Joe he be puttin' it on 

Showbiz and A.G. yeah they be puttin' it on and on 

I can't forget diamond he be puttin' it on 

The whole d.i.t.c.yeah they be puttin' it on and on 

And of course Kid Capri yeah I be puttin' it on 

The whole N.Y.C.yeah we be puttin' it on and on 

And I'm out