98' Halftime Radio

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Big L - Pop

98' Halftime Radio

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[Verse 1] Y'all cats like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, I sex them chicks And send them home, Corleone known to be stoned When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the gray BM, went to the atm Took a thou' out and later on I had to wild out In da club knock some kid and his pal out Afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out 'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and thats ill Playa haters be giving me harsh looks But I'm tryna sell records like Garth Brooks So F em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what I'm heavy on If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Perignon If the nana's too tight, I throw some jelly on Try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst I've been off the scene over two years, and cats is still thirst They hear Big L drop an ill verse, so all you unsigned cats that wanna battle get a deal first I sport da bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude, you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where u gon get it at What, stay strapped, go to sleep wit my steel Makin figures while u broke cats is keepin it real L is raps most livest cat, getting stacks while you askin people, "Do u want fries with that?" I rob fags in da staircase, no mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced Do I walk around without cash? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial [Verse 2] Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives When you sold 8's, we sold pies When you rode bikes, we drove 5's There's no comparison son, it's just embarrassing I'm running with some of the baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort while you crap cats is holdin' Playa hatin', pushing stolen whips We at the dice game rollin' trips, out of town throwing bricks Taking over, cooking up coke with baking soda I buy hot jewels and ice it down While you go to the jewelry store with short doe tryna bring the prices down You better spread with them 30 dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold and pissed on L is a heavyweighter with steady paper You the type to go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talking bout you no longa hard now 'cause you a man of God now Yo it's amazin', L is blazing, always been Before I put the braids in, I use to let the waves spin What you be sayin don't impress me at all Them chicks you be jayin don't be sexy at all Word life, to everything that I recite stand out Go 'head and front so I can try this right hand out Across yo jaw, L never lost a war No respect for them cowards who enforce the law You got something to say, then cough it out 'Cause cats be wanting beef, but when you pull out the heat They ready to talk it out What is there to talk about, you was just fronting now it ain't nothin' Ain't that something, I should start bussin anyway Put one of you punks in the ground Y'all cats be killin' me with y'all faces frown, jumping around Like you scared of L, not even 'Cause I'ma be a thug until I stop breathin' Plus I'm runnin' with a real smooth crew that'll shoot at you You wanna knuckle up, whatever, we can do that too

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