L laid enough to where his talent still can stand toe to toe with
With anyone else's, uh, anybody else's body of work, bar for bar
Anybody, bar for bar, easily one of the greatest we ever saw
He had a different type of delivery, a different type of aggression
Like, you could hear it, you could hear the hunger
I'm comin' through y'all's 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'
Y'all niggas is faggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George
I destroy frauds with one verse, nigga, we could knuckle up, or we could let the guns burst
L is the type to murder your son first to get my point across
Since y'all wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, y'all might as well join the force
Where I'm from, believe me, snitches get killed
Niggas be hustlin' daily, tryna fuck more bitches than Wilt
Takin' pictures in silk, gatored up, passport, dated up
Hair braided up, I fucked your bitch, but I ain't rape the slut, she gave it up
I runnin' with Wop, you runnin' with me, we runnin' together
We get drunk and blunted together, but don't front, the guns is under the leather
Ready to ill (uh), ready to kill (uh), ready to peel (uh)
Steppin' to Corle', you better be real 'cause none of my niggas be lettin' me chill
My crew be deliverin' hot lead, when gats are clenched, rappers I clap and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' up shit in rap events
Seems like soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin', the people yell (yeah)
I'm rugged as hell, brothers could tell that none of y'all niggas is fuckin' with L
Wop
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, check it out
Bang, bang, bang
My nigga Big L in the house
Yeah
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