Big L — Tony Touch 139

[Lord Finesse] Big L [*scratched during the intro* Notorious B.I.G.] 1-3-9 [Intro: Big L] Where I'm from Yeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeah Big L Harlem on the rise, 1-3-9 You ain't know!? One love to my nigga McGruff, Mase Murda, Killa Kam Rest in peace to my man Bloodshed Live on baby, the spirit live on Yeah BBO in the house Yeah my men stand I'ma rock this shit Check it out! [Verse 1: Big L] Yo I be dat smooth cat you never seen rollin' wit clowns One of the few from uptown thats holdin' it down Bitches be on me like I'm welfare, een rich ones That live in Bel Air is this Big L yeah, hell yeah! Word up I use a chrome gat, to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me feds got my phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it Push an Infinite, chrome rims light tinted And you can see pal, it's all about me now 20 g's a show, bitch 3 thou just to freestyle I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin?, sure you can hold on these Yo I'm phat like a old crayon smooth as rayon L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up From banks I held up, plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck I never catch cold feet, when I hold heat, we roll deep In a triple-black dark-tinted OG I catch a fag 3 o lock in the mon' On the block all alone, then put a Glock to his dome Tell him give it up quick, you nitwit, dont try to get slick Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your shit split Prick, it ain't nothin decent about me A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junkie, dont try to play like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy And mad niggas be frontin a lot Popping mad shit, trying to be something they not Your faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at me I might break your jaw just for glancing, I'm sick like Manson In '97 Harlem kids is blowing And we don't trip, we'll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showing