Big L (rapper)

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Lamont Coleman (May 30, 1974February 15, 1999), better known as Big L, was an American rap artist.

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  • L is the rebel type, I'm rougha than a metal pipe, fuck a Benz, cuz I could pull skinz on a pedal bike
  • MCs get braggin' about cash they collect, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
  • Cuz phony faggots I froze, it's a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
  • I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked- Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"

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  • I ran up on a nigga named Mac in a black Ac, put the gat to his cap, click clack, sorry jack but get up outta that
  • They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye (No Endz, No Skinz)
  • I got styles you can't copy bitch, its the triple six/ In the mix, straight from H-E-double hockey sticks (Danger Zone)
  • I'm makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks/ Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch
  • I'm makin ducks shed much tears, I buck queers/ I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares (Da Graveyard)
  • I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches/ Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
  • I'm known for yokin jacks and beatin em wit smokin gats/ Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
  • I ain't looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents to put cheese on a Whopper (MVP)
  • Ayo my crew be deliverin hot lead when gats I clench, rappers I jack and lynch, nobody could fuck with the way I be killing up shit in rap events, Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, i'm so ahead of my times my parents haven't met yet
  • I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/ Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you/ Fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you/ You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
  • I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my techniques great/ And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
  • Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed/ Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread/ And mad hoes...ask Beavis I get nothin' +butt head+ (Get Yours, DITC)
  • My style is harder than strong lumba, cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong numba
  • I ran through every bitch in my path, I been fuckin' chicks in the ass since I was six and a half
  • Old folks get mugged and raided/Crimes are drug related/And we live by the street rules that thugs created
  • Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts/For selling pounds of coke/Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
  • I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon/I'm quick to blast a goon/And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
  • Run, and get your brain pinched. Big L 'l have your gang lynched, I started smokin' dust and been insane since.
  • Tracks I'm known to roast/Until the microphone is ghost/Props I own the most/I'm leaving niggaz comatose
  • All through high school I had braids/I kept mad blades/Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
  • I probably got your mommy strung/Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung/My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
  • Never had a gassed head/Got loot cause I stash bread/Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot ass half-dead
  • I stalk white cops till they life stops, for a low price hobbs, cause my blood is colder than an ice box.
  • And every time a mack eleven bucks/I'm killing at least seven ducks/I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
  • The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight/All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right/So we can never be a couple hun/Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
  • I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac/And put the gat to his cap, click-clack/Sorry jack but get up out of that
  • My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate/I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
  • He didn't listen to what I was speakin/He started reaching/So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
  • What's this muthafuckin rap game without L?/Yo, that's like jewels without ice/That's like China without rice/Or the Holy Bible without Christ/Or the Bulls without Mike/Or crackheads without pipes/The Village without dykes/Or hockey games without fights
  • Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight/betta watch me round your girl if you ain't fuckin her right
  • everywhere that i go brothers know my fucking name/ im flooring niggas and i only weigh a buck and change
  • I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
  • I fuck around and throw three in your chest, and flee to my rest,I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
  • My game is, vicious and cool,Fuckin chicks is a rule,If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
  • I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe,You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough,I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo,I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro,Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po'
  • Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great,And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake
  • So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space,I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
  • I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out,Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
  • Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight,Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right,That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers,You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
  • I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug,That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
  • Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off,Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
  • You lame-ass nigga,No dough, always on the train-ass nigga,Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga,You got fucked upstate, ya cupcake,How many dicks can your butt take?
  • I ran through every bitch in my path,I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
  • I hear a lot of bitch in your talk,See a lot of switch in your walk,Only thugs get rich in New York
  • Big L be lightin' niggas like incense,Gettin' men lynched to win tits,I'm killin' infants for ten cents
  • Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis,Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
  • I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches,I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
  • A tech nine is my utensil,Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
  • I got drug spots from New York to Canada,Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor
  • In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin,You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then,L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat,Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette
  • And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers,No more iron horses cause I'm buying Porsches
  • My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully,Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle PelleF
  • I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find,My silk-boxers in your mommy's hamper
  • And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick,I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick"
  • you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks,L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks
  • Big L being a virgin, thats idiotic, cause if L got the aids every cuttie in the city got it
  • And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie,I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
  • Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief,The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth,I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie,Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta ask somebody
  • Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover,A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
  • I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz.and get endz and commit sins with sick friends.Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter,You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
  • And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach,I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
  • I'm puttin' chumps to rest fast when my Smiff Wess blast/ so just dash or tresspass and get your chest smashed
  • I roll with live guys, and we do drive bys, in 325Is.
  • Yo I'll admit I'm a sucka, a low down dirty sneaky double crossin' connivin' mothafucka
  • I'm known for snatchin purses, and bombin churches / i get more pussy by accident then most niggaz get on purpose
  • Big L be lightin niggaz like incense, just to get tits, doin tenths, and killin infants for ten cents
  • Rhymes I create knock out your gold tooth, battling me is like fighting a gorilla in a phone booth
  • Breaking in cribs with a crowbar, i wasn't poor, I was PO', I couldn't afford the OR
  • The way your wife see me she don't know how to act, so don't be mad when i blow out her back
  • Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history

Requiescat In Pace

  • "Keep on lovin' Big L cause Big L love y'all. We gonna keep making hot music. The next album I'm gonna make is gonna be a classic. I'm not saying it just to blow my own horn or whatever. There's a difference between confidence and being cocky, and I'm real confident because I know what I'm capable of. It's gonna be crazy." (The last words he ever publicly spoke)
  • I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you

  • M C's get taught a lesson /when the mic is in my possession/rap's my profession/L is nice, no question/its a fact that im geared/it shouldnt be wierd/that im feared/cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard

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