Big L — Once Again

[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 [1st verse] Aye yo, I should of been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin' i'mma 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'mma squeeze the gat and pop 10 out You see Corleone, ice finnin, jigged out bright 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 coz your career's in the 9th inning It's over now nigga leave the game I'm from the danger zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where niggas be taking 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 wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What [Chorus] x2 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 Aye yo 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 running out Niggas like L' when you coming out Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife's missing im the nigga she was last seen with 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 holes and stuff the coke in they 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'm a never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve 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 whatsup, gimme 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 oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out What [Chorus] x2 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