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Hook:Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4)(Let 'em have it L) What?(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3)(Let 'em have it)Verse 1:A-yo I'm serious I'm not the type to joke a lotDressed in all black never seen in polka dotsNo other writes rhymes like theseI'm cool as a light breeze I'm playin' rappers out like striped LeesSmoother than velvet My lyrics are well writYou sayin' L's this and L's thatGet off L dickI don't roll with punks I only roll with live guysAnd we do drivebys in 325 I'sI had beef with this thief named RandolphNow he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossedSo you better leave L alone Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephoneYo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin' Black white or Puerto RicanI'm gonna slaughter each andEvery crab MC that runs up When a battle comes upGive me two thumbs upHookVerse 2:I damage all opponents as soon as the bell ringsYo it's all about me it's a B. I. G. L thingThe crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill timeOne two one two crews I run throughFuck karate Big L practice Gun FuCause I'm a MC assassinator I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin' like activatorStep to this and get shanked upI knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankruptAnd I entertain well because of my brain cellsI'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's LWhere raps are hotter than old ?MCs be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promiseWith Big L you can't swing longSo get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme songHookVerse 3:The Big L's back to attack with a phat rapMatter of fact black I'm puttin' Harlem on the mapWhat's up cause I'm a stiggy starBreakin' 'em up and then talkin' they heartYou better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' microphones apartI'm undefeated that's the stone truthCause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone boothI take lives with no prideI just committed a homicide A punk brother died cause he tried To take my cash but he didn't lastI pulled out fast I tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)I make a lot of doe I'm quick to spot a foeEven if my grandma violate she gotta goWhen I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toyCause I'm a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boyFacts on tracks I recite wellEverybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like LHookBig L Outro:A-yo big shots to all them niggas on the corner doin' something they ain't got no business doin'I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce SquadCan't forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatI'msayin'? Like Box and Herb and Big Sid A-yo L you must be buggin' BYou didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes BBig L:Oh yeah we gotta say what's up to the hoes manWord up let's go see our P.O.more