On the Mic

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a bitch don't like me, she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cause your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MCs get slain Where thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes MCs I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, so why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles with a fiddy on top L tryna have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot Rap game heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer with us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L" What? [Samples: Roc Raida] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since niggas was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin' wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" [Verse 2] Ayo I hear a lot of bitch in your talk, see a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out, niggas like, "L, when you comin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife missin', I'm the nigga see was last seen wit' Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds with dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in their ass Crazy beefs got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth Believe me, son, we breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the Earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bumb nerd when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say, "What's up?" Give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out How you make out, you took the fake route, you ought to break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what! [Samples] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since niggas was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin' wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent"