Big L - Stretch and Bobbito Show '95
Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin' them with smoking gats
Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike mеn like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friеnd?
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
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
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town
You know my style clown, so bow down
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Big L - Deadly Combination
{Intro: Ron G} Bəli, qarşınızda Mix kralı Ron G! Dünyanın hələ hazır olmadığı bir şeyim var! New York, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta, D.C., Detroit, New Orleans Siz
Big L - Furious Anger
*report set to "co-defendant" beat* {reporter} Shyheim, the youngest member of the wu-tang clan, was jumped at A staten island club, and his face still bares
Big L - Hsrlem nights
(bloodshed) Yo, i'm mad vexed, give me your address And i'll deliver, stand and watch you shiver As the bullets travel through your liver This nigga bloodshed is mad
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{stan spit} (hey yo, hey yo) You would scream too if you know what i did last summer Came through frontin' in the glass hummer No shirt mad ice screaming fuck is
Big L - Queen's Most
(Big L) Yo it's Corleone and Queen's Most, we bust til your whole team ghost Everywhere we go, we must bring toast forever Popping the chrome, always dropping a poem I can
Big L - Danger Sequel
{verse 1: o.c.} Yo, i’m looking For the big c-notes like al pacino Here’s a new slang word: you pussino What it means is just that: puss My nickname to some, know
Big L - Stretch and Bobbito Show '95
{Big L} Yo, check it Yo, I got slugs for snitches No love for bitches Puttin' thugs in ditches When my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police
Big L - Harlem N.Y.C.
{Verse One, Bootsie} Word to mother, I'm ready to set it Niggas can wet it, for foes that got spots and blocks for foes that is dead and So slow down, before I have had
Big L - '93 Freestyle
Now when it comes to this rap shit, you know the Big L’s top rate And those niggas who fronted, they got spanked Microphones I clutch and slay, foes I buck and spray You sell out
Big L - Yes You May freestyle
My whole clique's theaving We roam the streets ’cause it's stick season This ain't the time to have your wrist freezing I might put the big gat to your six-pack
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Biography
He released his debut album, Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous in 1995, and significantly contributed to the underground hip-hop scene.
On February 15, 1999, Coleman was killed by an unknown assailant in a drive-by shooting in his hometown of Harlem. Suspects were brought in for questioning, but nobody was found guilty.
His second studio album, The Big Picture was released the following year and certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Since his death, there has been six posthumous albums released, mainly consisting of unreleased songs.
He is considered the king of punchlines in hip hop.