Tru Master

[Verse 1]

Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives

And when you sold eighths, we sold pies and when you rode bikes, we drove 5s

There's no comparison son, it's just embarrasing

I'm runnin' with some of the baddest men in the whole New York

We hold the fort while you crab cats is holding tips

Playa hatin', pushing stolen whips

We at the dice game rollin' trips

Out of town throwing bricks taking over

Cooking up coke with baking soda

I buy hot jewels and ice it down

While you go to the jewellery store with short doe tryna bring the prices down

You better spread with them $30 kicks on

Or get whipped on, knocked out cold and pissed on

L is a heavyweighter with steady paper

You the type to go to jail for a petty caper

Then come home on good behavior

Talkin' bout you no longer hard now 'cause you a man of God now

Yo it's amazing, L is blazing, always been

Before I put the braids in, I use to let the waves spin

What you be saying don't impress me at all

And them chicks you be jayin' don't be sexy at all

Word life, everything that I recite stand out

Go 'head and front, so I can try this right hand out

Across your jaw, L never lost a war

No respect for the cowards who enforce tha law

You got something to say, then cough it out

'Cause cowards be wanting beef, but when you pull out the heat they ready to talk it out

What is there to talk about, you was just frontin'

Now it ain't nuttin, ain't that suttin

I should start bussing anyway and put one of you punks in the ground

Y'all cowards be killin' me with y'all faces frown, jumpin' around

Like you scaring L, not even

'Cause I'ma be a thug until I stop breathin'

Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew, that'd shoot at you

You wanna knuckle up, whatever, we can do that too

[Verse 2]

Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks

Spend money to dress them chicks, I sex them chicks

Then send them home, Corleone is known to be stoned

When I bone, I rubber duck in case that chick full blown

The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim

Jumped out the grey BM, went to the ATM

Took a thou' out, then later on I had to wild out

In the club, knock some coward and his pal out

Then afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out

Now I'm thinking what chick number I can dial out

'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real

I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and that's ill

Playa haters be givin me harsh looks

But I'm tryna sell records like Garth Brooks

So f 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on

Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what I'm heavy on

If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Pérignon

If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on

Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst

I've been off the scene over 3 years and cats is still thirst

They hear Big L drop an ill verse

So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle, get a deal first

I sport the bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you better get rid of that

Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at

What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel

Making figures while you broke cats keeping it real

L is rap's most livest cat

I'm getting stacks while you asking people, "Do you want fries with that?"

I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare face

The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced

Do I walk around without papes? No way pal

Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial