Big L — Sandman 118

[Intro] Ayo, check out, 1-2, 1-2, it's the Big mothafuckin' L And I'm 'bout to catch wreck off this dirt man shit Yo, check it out, this that Sandman 118 shit And it's the B-I-G-L, straight from 139 in fucking Lenox Harlem, the danger zone, I gotta represent it Somebody gotta do it, you know what I'm sayin'? Ayo, I got a new single out, It's called "M.V.P." The most valuable poet, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause I'm the most valuable poet when it come to this shit And I'ma prove it right now, check it out [Verse] My clique is quick to put a bullet in a strangers dome You should of known not roam through the danger zone In Harlem is where the thugs rest, in a slug fest We sendin' faggots all the way to heaven like Doug Fresh Big L grew up in the slums of greed Known for drawing guns with speed And selling tons of weed 'cause I got sons to feed And it's a must that my toast smokes I'm not like most folks Fuck 10's and 20's, I carry ghost notes And it's a must that I commence to slayin' Any faggot emcee who goes against the grain I'ma smoke Pataki ass and Rudolph Giuli like a wooly I keep a tooly for any mooly who act fooly So if a nigga disrespect L, to hell is where I'ma send him After I skin him and spit some venom in him I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters Who spark buters and fuck thick bitches with large hooters Yo, I'm that nigga that be jumpin' on your stereo When I walk the streets, your bitches tappin' they friends like, "There he go" Never had rules to follow, none of my jewels are hollow Try to tax mines and you'll be on the news tomorrow 'Cause I was never the type to start beefs But I spark creeps on dark streets and stop they heart beats To hell with silly games, I play survival sports Sometimes I be in the crib stressed the fuck out with suicidal thoughts All my life I've been a lady bruiser A wrong chooser, school refuser Drug abuser, born loser Clothes bummy, nose runny, it wasn't funny A little dummy who tried to kill his mother for insurance money Now me and the devil are on the same team I'm a hit the mainstream with ill raps that's poison like gangrene I'm better than every rapper that you thought was raw Peace to all of my peoples out in Baltimore I'm not a coward, and frontin' on me, I won't allow it I'm high-powered, fuckin' freak bitches like Nadina Howard Front and get your belly torn, I keep a Peli on I'm fuckin' with Grey Poupon and Dom Pérignon On the ave with punk rocks, quick to give a chump knocks You ain't tough, the only thing you shootin' is jump shots My style is hard like strong lumber Cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong number [Outro] And that's how we doin' it