Tru Master

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives And when you sold eighths, we sold pies and when you rode bikes, we drove 5s There's no comparison son, it's just embarrasing I'm runnin' with some of the baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort while you crab cats is holding tips 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 jewellery store with short doe tryna bring the prices down You better spread with them $30 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 Talkin' bout you no longer hard now 'cause you a man of God now Yo it's amazing, L is blazing, always been Before I put the braids in, I use to let the waves spin What you be saying don't impress me at all And them chicks you be jayin' don't be sexy at all Word life, everything that I recite stand out Go 'head and front, so I can try this right hand out Across your jaw, L never lost a war No respect for the cowards who enforce tha law You got something to say, then cough it out 'Cause cowards 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 frontin' Now it ain't nuttin, ain't that suttin I should start bussing anyway and put one of you punks in the ground Y'all cowards be killin' me with y'all faces frown, jumpin' around Like you scaring L, not even 'Cause I'ma be a thug until I stop breathin' Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew, that'd shoot at you You wanna knuckle up, whatever, we can do that too [Verse 2] Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, I sex them chicks Then send them home, Corleone is known to be stoned When I bone, I rubber duck in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the grey BM, went to the ATM Took a thou' out, then later on I had to wild out In the club, knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out Now I'm thinking 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 that's ill Playa haters be givin 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 Pérignon If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst I've been off the scene over 3 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 the bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you better get rid of that Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel Making figures while you broke cats keeping it real L is rap's most livest cat I'm getting stacks while you asking people, "Do you want fries with that?" I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial