[Intro: Big L]nWhere I'm fromnYeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeahnBig L Harlem on the rise, 1 3 9nYou ain't know!?nOne love to my nigga McGruff, Mase Murda, Killa KamnRest in peace to my man BloodshednLive on baby, the spirit live onnYeah BBO in the housenYeah my men stand I'ma rock this shitnCheck it out!nn[Big L]nYo, I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clownsnOne of the few from Uptown that's holdin it downnBitches be on me like I'm welfare, even rich onesnthat live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeahnWord up, I use a chrome gat to push domes backnWatch how you talk when you call me, Feds got my phone tappednThis rap game, I put my life in it, chain gotnmega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tintednYou can see pal, it's all about me nownTwenty G's a show bitch three thou just to freestylenI made this cheese it didn't grow on treesnCan you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on thesenYo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as RayonnL is who the ladies stay on, baby play onnI stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks I held upnPlenty bitch-ass niggaz Big L stucknI never catch cold feet when I hold heatnWe roll deep, with the Triple Black dogs in their old jeepnI catch a fag three o'clock in the mornnOn the block all alone and put the glock to his domenTell him Give it up quick, you nitwit, don't try to get slicknOr I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your shit splitnPrick, it ain't nothing decent about menA true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about menA rap junkie, don't try to play me like some flunkynJewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpynAnd mad niggaz be fronting the lifenPopping mad shit, trying to be something they notnYour faggot ass better stay to dancing, don't even look at menI might break your jaw just for glancingnI'm sick like MansonnIn '97 Harlem kids is blowingnAnd we don't trip, we'll let a bitch starve til her ribs are showingnn[Big L]nWord, check it out check it out check it outnBust itnMC's get taught a lessonnwhen the mic is in my posessionnRap's my profession L is nice, no questionnIt's a fact I stay geared you shouldn't bewearednThat I'm feared cause my raps are roughernthan a nappy (?)nI cook rappers like a chefnI'm def like Jeff right to leftnMy raps are better than Morgan (?)nWith niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspectnCause I catch much wreck specially when I'm upsetnSuckers I'm a stiggedystar breakin' them mother and takin' they heartnYou better believe Big L is a matter be rippin' the microphones apartnI hold the forty right because I'm the naughty typenWhen I strike the mic niggaz be like shorty hypenI'm smoother than Velvet my lyrics is well writ'nYou sayin' L's this and L's that kid or L didnRhymes I create and I couch ya whole crewnBattlin' me is like fightin' on the river in a phoneboothnI wreck mics and rock the cool speechncause nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin' schoolteachersnOne two, one two, rappers I run throughnFuck Corati I crack his gun foolnThe Big L is an assasinatornI grab the mack and leave a fag leakin' like activatornI'm the nigga that you never even thougth of beatin'nblack white or puerto ricannI'm gonna slaughter each an'nevery crap MC that warms upnwhen a battle comes upngive me two thumbs upnPeace