文本歌词

On the Mic (Roc Raida Turntablist Mix) - Big L
Ayo I should've 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'mma squeeze
The gat and pop ten out
You see corleone ice spinnin'
Jigged out white linen
And if a b**ch don't like me
She must like women
Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'coz your career's in the ninth inning
It's over now n**ga leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where mc's get slain
Where thugs that never hesitateto squeeze the flame
Where n**gas be takin' *** just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey 48 hours like nick nolte
When I was ot your b**ch wrote me
First day home I dived in it left her thighs dented
Now that b**ch be pagin' me every five minutes
MC's 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 fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to biggie and pac
'Coz they really were hot
Rap game heavy hitters
It's a shame they no longer with us
N**gas wanna be l ladies wanna see l
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' free l
What
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I was rockin' mics since n**gas was rockin' pro keds
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I'm floorin' n**gas and I only weigh a buck and change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
F**kin' with me a lot of n**gas be small change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
Big l
Represent
Aiyyo I hear a lot of b**ch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is runnin' out
N**gas like l when you comin' out
Because they sick of all this drag queen sh*t
Your wife missin'
I'm the n**ga see was last seen with
Me and ron hit it up on some tag team sh*t
A bunch of n**gas got smoked for the cash
Used to ride greyhounds with dimes hoes
Who stuffed the coke in they a**
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 n**gas
On the face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd
I'mma 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 n**gas wanna talk all day
Clown a** sh*t hate to be around that sh*t
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 sh*t gettin' take out
How you make out you take the fake route
You 'oughta break out
You couldn't get a b**ch
Before you put your tape out
What
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I was rockin' mics since n**gas was rockin' pro keds
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
I'm floorin' n**gas and I only weigh a buck and change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
F**kin' with me a lot of n**gas be small change
On the mic is big l that brotha who kicks flav god
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent
Big l
Represent represent