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[Big L]Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicksI'mpress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicksI sex them chicks and send them homeCorleone is known to be stonedWhen I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blownThe other night around 8 P.M.Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BMWent to the ATM, took a thou' outthen later on I had to wild outIn the club, knock some coward and his pal outThen afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal outNow I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial outCause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for realI got more dimes than that Sprint ladyAnd that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looksbut I'm tryin to sell records like Garth BrooksSo eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly onIllegal chips keep my celly onMega-ice is what I'm heavy onIf it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's PerignonIf the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly onYo try to tax and watch the nine mill burstI've been off the scene over three yearsand cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verseSo all you unsigned cats that want to battle;get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hatThat attitude - you better get rid of thatWherever you floss is where you gon' get it atWhat? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steelMakin figures while you broke cats keepin it realL is rap's most livest catI'm gettin stacks while you askin people,"Do you want fries with that?"I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-facedThe one police wouldn't dare chaseKeep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way palWword up - my money longer than the OJ trialChorus: Miss JonesHarlem world keep holdin it down, for Big LNigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big LNigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")[Stan Spit]Stan Spit, yo, uhYo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shitI did a flick and bounced on L's shitWell shit, expect me to go platinumThat's the only reason why I'm rappinAnd since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happenwith no release date, I sell in each stateI'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteakSo what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thingMy name ring - chains and dames what the fame bringAfter platinum it's the same thingAnd niggaz'll never learntil I pull the steel and make they lover burnYou don't get another turn, game's overHere's my flamethrowerRearrange your Rover, Harlem soldierWait til I get older - and we won't stopI thought Mase told yaNigga Stan he do what he gottaAnd these haters can't do me nadaBe in Nevada, with a lot of enchiladaChorus[A.G.]Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracksThese niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck thatThese rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct thatI asked all my ghetto cats, where my love atNow where the brews, and the drugs at?Corrupt cats kept slug hatsAsked the feds where the bugs atPuff with the dread, cause I puff blackHigh, til I die, and you can trust thatAll I wanna know - is the club packed?I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug thatShe put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoeAnd them niggaz who owe, give up thatHuh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and NolteGo 'head and provoke meHeard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope BStill "Diggin", still livin, still giviny'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill ClintonChorus 2X[A.G.] Big L..more