[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy bitch
[Verse 1]
Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', I'ma try your chin out, I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a bitch don't like me she must like women
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, nigga, leave the game
I'm from the Danger Zone where emcees get slain
Where thugs'll never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, yo bitch wrote me
First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles with a fifty on top
L tryna have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer with us
Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L"
What?
[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy bitch
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy bitch
[Verse 2]
Aiyo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk, see a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is runnin' out, niggas like, "L, when you comin' out?"
Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash
Used to ride Greyhounds with dime hoes who stuff the coke in their ass
Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son
We breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the Earth
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bum nerd when I was unheard
Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird
I push whips while you walk all day
And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day
Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit
You don't know me, just say what's up, give me a pound, that's it
When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out
How you make out, you took the fake route, you ought to break out
You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out
What?
[Chorus]
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy bitch
And once again the man's back "Big L"
Half ya'll niggas like damn it this niggas done, done it again
And Once again the man's back "Big L"
I got styles you can't copy bitch
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