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All Black lyrics

[Big L]
Yo once again it s the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So don t step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo size too
I was taught wise, I m known to extort guys
This ain t Cali, it s Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain t even go wood
I m not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that s idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G s
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese

Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I ma have your family dressed in all black

[Big L]
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
I m catchin bodies like a villain s supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes too
So don t try to test me, cause I can t stand test-es
Fuck around, I ll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you ve been rappin for years now
and ain t made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower s the only time you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I m puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe

Chorus 2X

[Big L]
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I m known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I m quick to put a slug in a fag brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I ma start rapin bitches
I m all about makin papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty G s is what the creep stole; so the next day
knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
That s the type of shit I m on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn
You know my style I m wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal
It s Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child

Chorus 2X

[Big L]
This goes out to all y all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ain t ready for a funeral, don t FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way to get your family together
and I ain t talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I m bout to sign out, but before I go
I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are
And all y all niggaz talkin that gun shit
and won t bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!
Word, I m bout to get up out of here
Yo I m out B, yo peace man
I gotta get this money
So all y all niggaz on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!
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