Once Again

Lyrics

[Chorus] And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch [Verse 1] Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', I'ma try your 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 Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, nigga, leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where emcees get slain Where thugs'll 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, yo bitch wrote me First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles with a fifty 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? [Chorus] And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch [Verse 2] Aiyo, 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's missin', I'm the nigga she 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 dime hoes who stuff the coke in their ass Crazy beef's 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 bum 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 steak house, 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? [Chorus] And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch And once again the man's back "Big L" Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again And Once again the man's back "Big L" I got styles you can't copy bitch