Big L — We Got This Alternative Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big L] I'm comin through ya'll, with the Glock buckin' Your whole block duckin' Every bitch that I'm fuckin' with now is cock suckin' It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin' Ya'll niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson And Boy George I destroy frauds with one verse Nigga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst L is the type to murder your sons first To get my point across Since ya'll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya'll might as well join the force Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryin' to fuck more bitches than Wilt Takin' pictures in silk, gator'd up Passport dated up, hair braided up I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up I'm runnin' wit' Cheeks, he runnin wit' me We runnin' together We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front The guns is under the leather Ready to ill, ready to kill, ready to peel Steppin' to Corle, you betta be real Cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch Nobody can fuck with the way I been killin' up shit at rap events It's like as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin' the people yell I'm rugged as hell, brothas can tell That none of you niggas is fuckin' wit' L When I'm that nigga you expect to catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parent's haven't met yet [Hook: Mr. Cheeks] Hittin' niggas with the real rap, remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY Me and my men high Stay with cash, bring nothin' but the hotness Ya'll niggas chill kid, we got this Hittin' niggas with the remedy Remember the real niggas from the NY [Verse 2: Big L] Yo, where I'm from, dudes get sliced Cause crews is trife And you might loose your life for your jewels and ice I'ma slide to the 'tely and abuse your wife If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice I give young fools advice about the rules of heist When I rock gators, hoes be like "Them shoes is nice!" Dimes I'm willin' to hit, I stay drillin' a chick They all know I ain't shit, but they still on my dick And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome Cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone I'll blast the TEC at your dome and leave you restin' alone Go home and puff a fat bag of ses' 'til I'm gone You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event When his album ain't even last long, it came and went I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him Niggas don't want it wit' L They be like "Anybody but him!" [Hook] [Outro] We got this shit on lock You know me, I be up on Big L's block One-three-to the nine, kid We be hangin with my niggas Every day I want the ex-po Yo, do a show Uptown, Boogie Down Back to Queens, be the same ro