Big L The Triboro

[O.C.] Phenomenon O.C.

[Big L] Big L, one-three-nine baby

[O.C.] Diggin’ In The Crates

[Joe] Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin

[ad libbed “uh” and “yeah” for 20 seconds]

[O.C.]

Yo, yo, yo

I’m from a place where them niggaz don’t, talk no shit

where them wigs get split, where the guns forever click

where the track stars come to warm up for a race

Blue and whites ride by and niggaz yell, “Fuck them Jakes!”

So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor

walk away and come back without cats runnin off

I’m a model hoe’s wet dream, in her sleep

Performin X-rated fuck scenes, me goin deep

O.C. the Starchild, let your cameras record

I’m like a man bein honored at the Grammy awards

I pitch lines like fastballs

Mush-out, rap my ass off

Knuckle gaze crumblin your glass jaw

Supreme figure, drink liquor, what team thicker?

“The Big Picture” be the motherfuckin theme nigga

Flamboyant forever, this is how it goes

Pray we don’t clap your way when the gats explode

[Chorus: Remi Martin and O.C. x2]

[Remi] Where Brooklyn at?

[O.C.] Yo B-K don’t play

[Remi] Harlem World

[O.C.] Where niggaz get the money all day

[Remi] Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay

[both] Triboro, so thorough, always

[Big L]

Where I’m from, dudes get sliced, cause crews is trife

And you might lose your life for your jewels and ice

I’ma slide to the telly and abuse your wife

If I got one rubber, I’ma use it twice

I give young fools advice about the rules of heist

When I rock ‘gators, hoes be like, “Them shoes is nice”

Dimes I’m willin to hit, I stay drillin a chick

They all know I ain’t shit, but they still on my dick

And I never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome

cause all my jewels be Rocky like Sylvester Stallone

I blast the tech at your dome to leave you restin alone

Go home and puff a fat bag of sess ’til I’m gone

You got this nigga frontin like he the, main event

when his album ain’t even last long, it came and went

I’m like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him

Niggaz don’t want it with L, they like, “Anybody but him!”

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Hoodied down with the mac – Boogie Down where it’s at

Fuck around hear the sound of the gats

Wanna clown we react.. fuck that

Do you know what you do when you fool with Joey Crack?

I’m – coke on the streets, I’m – open for beef

I’m – hopin you reach so we can go with the heat

I’m – like a nigga that you just can’t kill

Niggaz spittin that hot shit, but just ain’t real

Uhh – it’s like you muh’fuckers frontin for me

Nuttin to see, when I’m the one you wantin to be

Lovin the stee’, come through plush in the V

Got niggaz mad cause they pain while we fuckin for free

Make Trizz a household, live what I told

I only speak that true shit that I know (yeah yeah)

Besides y’all don’t want it with us

A hundred or plus, killers that be livin to bust

What the fuck?

[Chorus]

[Remi Martin]

Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin

Styles just switch like hips on gay men

Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous

Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin

Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up

Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up

My shit drastic, all type of tactics

Rip shit flip shit spit shit backwards

Screw you, don’t let the pretty face fool you

I kick shit like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do

You got one? I want two like water, I run through

Pyscho – make you wanna change your whole mic flow

Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions

Stay cautioned – my first shit was just a lil portion

I come back with more shit, playback some raw shit

You can’t rock, so I’ma take your spot make you forfeit

[Chorus]

Big L No Endz, No Skinz

[Verse 1:]

Let me get to the point real quick

When ya pockets are thick

Mad chicks be on a brothers tip

When ya sportin jewels and drivin in a groovy car

All the ho’s go sweat you like a movie star

To get in ya pockets

That’s what the girls wanna do

But if you not rich them chicks gonna front on you

No matter how strong your rap

You only nock boots when you got loot

You on the map

Cause if you broke you’ll get a wack slut

If you got dough you get a ho with a fat butt

With fresh gear, long hair and a cute face

And if ya live alone shes gonna pack her suit case and move in

Then ya start loosin all ya bucks

Soon you broke as a joke and outta luck

Then she takes off and brakes off

Ya ho’s gone, so long dear

I’m outta here a good relationships been torn

Cause when you on top everythings OK

But when you broke you gets no play

[Chorus:]

If you don’t got endz you won’t be gettin no skinz

And if you don’t got money you won’t skoop a honey

If you don’t got cash you won’t be gettin no ass

And if you don’t got loot you won’t be knockin no boots

[Verse 2:]

Girls of the 90’s ain’t nuthin but crooks

It’s all about what’s in ya pockets not how ya look

That’s why you can’t talk to just any whore

Leavin brothers for the next man cause he’s got a penny more

They want a drug dealer not a scholar

Some girls barely speak but allways askin for a dollar

And if you pushin a fresh Benz they’ll be ya best friends

Yeah, as long as you collect endz

You think shes all yours

But as soon as your dough go your ho go

Now you solo

But when you was makin papers sucker jumped ho’s

You bought dumb clothes for all of them bum ho’s

And you was takin em to the movies every weekend

Now that you dead broke the girls not speakin

Cause nowadays girls want you to crook

The only thing they can get from Big L is a big…

Cause when you on top everythings OK

But when you broke you gets no play

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]

I tell it how it is cause I’m a bold figure

And I hate a money hungry girl a.k.a. golddigger

It ain’t even funny

Some girls don’t even know me askin me can they get some money

I’m lookin nuthin like ya poppa

I wouldn’t give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a Whopper

They wanna know why I’m so fly

A girl ask me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye

Chicks used to diss but now they wanna kiss

Yo Showbiz I’m a break it down like this

[Chorus x2]

[Outro:]

It’s like that y’all, and that’s a fact y’all

I hit hoes from the back and don’t give a jack y’all

It’s Big L y’all, I’m livin swell ya’ll

I do my famous, spell my name, ring bells y’all

(If you don’t got endz)

Girls be frontin

(If you don’t got endz)

They ain’t givin up nuthin

(If you don’t got endz)

All the girls they ignore you

(If you don’t got endz)

They act like they never saw you

(If you don’t got endz)…

Big L Stretch & Bobbito ’95 Pt. II

[Big L]

My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched

Rappers I jack and lynch

Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events

Big L is the nigga you expect

To catch wreck in any cassette deck

I’m so ahead of my time, my parents haven’t met yet

I’m feeling like Billy Bathgate

My rap style is past great

I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake

I probably got your mommy strung

Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung

My clan plans to get Guillianni hung

Never had a gassed head

Got loot cause I stash bread

Try to tax and I’ma beat your fagot ass half-dead

I stomp white cops till the life stops

For a low price hops

Cause my blood is colder than an ice box

On 1-3-9 you don’t want a block war

Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor

And every time a mack eleven bucks

I’m killing at least seven ducks

I never was a follower of Reverend Butts

The bitch type I dislike, I’m rougher than a fist fight

All chicks ain’t shit, ain’t no such thing as Miss Right

So we can never be a couple hun

Fuck love, all I got for ho’s is hard dick and bubble gum

And clown emcee’s I be attacking quick

I’m on some rappin shit and some car jackin shit

I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac

And put the gat to his cap, click-clack

Sorry jack but get up out of that

My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate

I can’t wait to demonstrate this nickel plat

He didn’t listen to what I was speakin

He started reaching

So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking

Aight, back to my man Jay-Z

[Jay-Z]

As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage

And no I don’t have it, I get it together like a marriage

I’m seeking all rappers, I’m on my p’s and q’s and carrots

Y’all don’t understand, well, god-damn, don’t you know my status

I’m flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I’m the baddest

No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters

For suckers who bite me, they find I’m a bit much to swallow

Your thinking that’s hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow

I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam

Let me take a little breath…god damn

The kid is a wizard

I’m definitely destined to make eight digits

Met up with L on the road to riches

As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I’m in the, uh

Whatever I touch, whatever I clutch

You know I’m gonna end ya, uh

The nigga don’t play, hey, the nigga don’t play, hey

Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in

Niggaz are do ducking I’m boo buckin, fuck it I’m whyle

But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz gonna do to the man?

I see you brought your little crew… and?

I’m still comin with velocity, check it out

Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh

Ain’t none of the clowns fuckin around

Ain’t none of clowns standing their ground

with the crowned prince of the underground

Sounds like I’m ready to catch wreck now

The heats on sweat now

Jay-Z’s on, be gone to the next town

Punk, jump up and get beat down

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Ladies be comin out of their seats now

Shit I got crazy skills

It’s a pity the way I’m ripping rugged rhythm through the city

Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty

I got rhythm, I, hit em with rhythm, I

Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them guys

J-A, baby, baby please, gimme g’s

Baby, baby, wit crazy ease

Watch Jay-Z get crazy G’s

Big L The Heist

Bust it

Hey yo, I just left the studio, and it’s about 2 in the morn’

I just finished doin a song

Now I’m ready for sleep

But first I want spaghetti to eat

In this good Italian restaurant right up the street

So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat

Then I got a beep

My voice is harsh, barely can speak

I called back on the cell

It’s Coley, mad as hell

He told me to listen well as he started to yell

“I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend

And they just got a room in the Holiday Inn”

“It’s my wife, you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure

I saw the whore as soon she walked through the door”

“Yo, say no more, which one?”

“The one in Jersey, son, right over the bridge”

“We goin’ hurt those hoes”

“And hurt both of them kids”

Now I’m in the Range

Switchin lanes, doin a buck ‘n change

I can’t wait to touch the lames and them fuckin dames

Reach the destination, grab the heat without no hesitation

These niggas fuckin up my reputation

I saw Coleone holdin the chrome

Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill

And he had somebody else with ’em playin the cup

Lookin like he can’t wait to start sprayin shit up

“Yo, who that in the background?”

“It’s Tommy Giss”

“Oh, I didn’t recognise you with your hat down

Son you ready, we got this whole shit mapped out”

“Yeah, wo goin to take the backroute

And pull our gats out and throw our mask on

We ain’t leavin till everyone’s dead and all the cash gone”

“We goin to get our laugh on when we’re through

But right now we got a job to do”

“So let’s do it”

Hey yo, I stepped to the deskclerk

Put the gat to her dress-shirt

Told her to listen up before she get hurt

“They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males

What room they got?”

She paused and said “212”

Took the steps now I’m out of breath

I gotta stop smokin

Them cigarettes goin be the cause of my death

My heart beatin fast now, cause it’s about to pop off

Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off

Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pase

I felt disgraced, I should’ve shot the bitch in the face

Then my other two niggas ran in

Each had a cannon

Ready to take care, how we done planned it

“These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate”

We know they got stacks

Cause they don’t move with nothin but weight

We got the cuffs and the ducktape and put it to use

Then told ’em when this is over we be lettin ’em loose

“Hey man, I kicked Mike in his face

So I just had your back

You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at”

He gave me the address then I ran outside

But first I took the keys to his van outside

And when I got there, I found 50 keys in a stash

A 100 pound of grass, and 2 million in cash

I was dumb glad

The sit didn’t fit in one bag

So I got three, filled ’em all up to the teeth

And put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck

When I got back, Coley done popped them punks

“Hey yo’, fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs”

Man that’s four bodies

Two outta-towners and two hotties

And after that we ain’t sleep for three days

We hit the PJ’s, split the money threeways

Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded

Celebratin nigga, heist completed

Big L Ebonics Remix

Yo, pay attention

And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down

[Verse 1: Big L]

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye

A ki of coke is a pie

When I’m lifted, I’m high

With new clothes on, I’m fly

Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks

Money is chips, movies is flicks

Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones

Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones

A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox

Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops

And if you got rubbed, you got stuck

You got shot, you got bucked

And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked

Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke

A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke

And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed

To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff

I know you like the way I’m freakin’ it

I talk with slang and I’m a never stop speakin’ it

[Hook: x2]

[Nas:] “Speak with criminal slang”

That’s just the way that I talk, yo

[Nas:] “Vocabulary spills, I’m I’ll”

Remix Rex dawg, uh

[Verse 2: T-Rex]

Check it, your bank account is your funds

A bunch of singles is ones

Pussy is buns, toaks is your gun

Your smoke box is your lungs and your doge is your son

Spitting is rhyming, the bing is the island

Bling bling is diamonds

Stumped out is wylin’

Acting silly is childish

Beef is busting your man

Masterbations fucking your hand

The plot is a gun and a plan

Relationship is a one-night stand

Snitching is singing

Fighting is banging, chilling is hanging

My evil maintain it, from one crew to the next they’re muturating

The Government’s Satan, bleeding is payin’

If you fly then you’re stakin’, a hoopties a Lincoln

If you frontin’ you faking, cops is bacon

Pussy is drinking, cock-blocking is hating

You can’t forget if you fall then you’re fainting

OBT is the duds, DT’s is cops

Rest in peace TO Big L, man your soul never rot

OGT

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Big L]

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly

A deuce is a honey that’s ugly

If your girl is fine, she’s a dime

A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine

If you in love, that mean you blind

Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill

A very hard, long stare is a grill

If you sneakin’ to go see a girl, that mean you creepin’

Smilin’ is cheesin’, bleedin’ is leakin’

Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin

Takin’ orders is sunnin’, an ounce of coke is a onion

A hotel’s a telly, a cell phone’s a celly

Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly

To guerrilla mean to use physical force

You took a L, you took a loss

To show off mean floss, uh

I know you like the way I’m freakin’ it

I talk with slang and I’m a never stop speakin’ it

[Hook x3]

Big L Roc Raida Mixtape

[Big L]

You never know what my peeps might do

To creeps like you, ’cause when we roll we be deep like Wu

And I’m fast to grab a mic and drop a quick 16

On the real my shit is hotter then that bitch Christene

My click gets cream, heavy from New York to Spain

Talk with slang, pimp cats who walk with cains

Clown niggaz you ain’t got a chance at all

‘Cause Big L, Corleone is to advanced for y’all

And I be makin’ major moves all across the world

So please don’t be upset if I toss your girl

Eh yo I meet a chick, I give her sex then I leave her

So much ice on my chain, it’s like my necks in a freezer

What, Flamboyant .. for life

Big L Fed Up With the Bullshit

[VERSE 1]

Yo, on the scene is the brother that’s big, I’m not a little kid

I’m a nig who don’t dig a muthafuckin pig

Cause to me they ain’t nothin but harassers

That misuse they badges to whip niggas’ asses

Then one day they slow rolled through the hood

With the .38s cocked, 2 deep, up to no good

They say that my skin was black so they attacked

Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my fuckin cap

One murdered my man like it was okay

For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay

But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life

And never again see the street lights, and that’s trife

Around my way they shot many teens

And them cops better stop, or I’ma stop em, by any means

The Big L won’t hesitate to cold diss em

And if you ask me, muthafuck the whole system

There are too many young black brothers doin life bids

Cause justice means ‘just us white kids’

So take heed to the rhymes I kick

I’m about to flip, cause I’m fed up with that bullshit

I’m fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I’m fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I’m fed up with that bullshit (bullshit)

I’m fed up (Aw, shit)

[VERSE 2]

Whether it’s the hot, warm, cool or cold season

Pigs be fuckin with a nigga for no reason

You’re just gettin home from work

And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a fuckin jerk

Niggas in the streets got tough luck

First they get cuffed up

Then get roughed up, and that’s fucked up

This every day, not every other week

Listen when this brother speak

Muthafuck turnin the other cheek

Or you’ll be layin in a pine box

Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine glocks

I’m not only fed up with the cops

I’m only fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don’t stop

They don’t care if it’s snowin

First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin

Cause I wasn’t white, the cab took flight

But I caught him at the light

And put a bullet right through his windpipe

I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick

Cause I’m fed up with that bullshit

Big L Let ‘Em Have It ‘L’

[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 lot

Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots

No other writes rhymes like these

I’m cool as a light breeze

I’m playin’ rappers out like striped Lees

Smoother than velvet

My lyrics are well writ

You sayin’ L’s this and L’s that

Get off L dick

I don’t roll with punks I only roll with live guys

And we do drivebys in 325 I’s

I had beef with this thief named Randolph

Now he’s in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed

So you better leave L alone

Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone

Yo I’m the brother that you never even thought of beatin’

Black white or Puerto Rican

I’m gonna slaughter each and

Every crab MC that runs up

When a battle comes up

Give me two thumbs up

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings

Yo it’s all about me it’s a B. I. G. L thing

The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes

A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn’t kill time

One two one two crews I run through

Fuck karate Big L practice Gun Fu

Cause I’m a MC assassinator

I grab a mag and leave a nag leakin’ like activator

Step to this and get shanked up

I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt

And I entertain well because of my brain cells

I’m naughty and stop callin’ me shorty my name’s L

Where raps are hotter than old ?

MCs be talkin’ about breakin’ jaws when they couldn’t break a promise

With Big L you can’t swing long

So get behind me and sing cause every hero got a theme song

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

The Big L’s back to attack with a phat rap

Matter of fact black I’m puttin’ Harlem on the map

What’s up cause I’m a stiggy star

Breakin’ ’em up and then talkin’ they heart

You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin’ microphones apart

I’m undefeated that’s the stone truth

Cause battlin’ me is like fightin’ a gorilla in a phone booth

I take lives with no pride

I just committed a homicide

A punk brother died cause he tried

To take my cash but he didn’t last

I 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 foe

Even if my grandma violate she gotta go

When I was young I played with guns not a kiddy toy

Cause I’m a ruff rugged gangsta not a pretty boy

Facts on tracks I recite well

Everybody be like Mike but Mike wanna be like L

[Hook]

[Big 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 Squad

Can’t forget my peeps from Brooklyn youknowhatI’msayin’?

Like Box and Herb and Big Sid

A-yo L you must be buggin’ B

You didn’t even let me say what’s up to my hoes B

[Big L:]

Oh yeah we gotta say what’s up to the hoes man

Word up let’s go see our P.O.

Big L Ebonics

Yo, pay attention

And listen real closely how I break this slang shit down

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye

A ki of coke is supply

When I’m lifted, I’m high

With new clothes on, I’m fly

Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks

Money is chips, movies is flicks

Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones

Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones

A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox

Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop

And if you got rubbed, you got stuck

You got shot, you got bucked

And if you got double-crossed, you got fucked

Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke

A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke

And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed

To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff

I know you like the way I’m freakin’ it

I talk with slang and I’m a never stop speakin’ it

[Chorus: x2]

[Nas:] “Speak with criminal slang”

That’s just the way that I talk, yo

[Nas:] “Vocabulary spills, I’m ill”

Yo, yo

A burglary is a jook, a woof’s a crook

Mobb Deep already explained the meanin’ of shook

If you caught a felony, you caught a F

If you got killed, you got left

If you got the dragon, you got bad breath

If you 730, that mean you crazy

Hit me on the hip means page me

Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ

If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned

Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats

Condoms is hats, critters is cracks

The food you eat is your grub

A victim’s a mark

A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart

Your apartment is your pad

Your old man is your dad

The studio is the lab and heated is mad

I know you like the way I’m freakin’ it

I talk with slang and I’m a never stop speakin’ it

[Chorus x2]

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly

A deuce is a honey that’s ugly

If your girl is fine, she’s a dime

A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine

If you in love, that mean you blind

Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill

A very hard, long stare is a grill

If you sneakin’ to go see a girl, that mean you creepin’

Smilin’ is cheesin’, bleedin’ is leakin’

Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin

Takin’ orders is sunnin’, an ounce of coke is a onion

A hotel’s a telly, a cell phone’s a celly

Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly

To guerrilla mean to use physical force

You took a L, you took a loss

To show off mean floss, uh

I know you like the way I’m freakin’ it

I talk with slang and I’m a never stop speakin’ it

[Chorus x2]

Yeah, yeah

One love to my big brother, Big Lee

Holdin’ it down

Yeah, Flamboyant for life

Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life

Big L Accapella 2

[Big L:]

Aiyyo; I heard your single, you better make a whole new song

If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong

Clown niggaz, you ain’t got a chance at all

Big L Corleone too advanced for y’all

I make moves and boss all across the world

So don’t be upset if I toss your girl

I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low

Bitches sweat me wherever I go

I cruise in a GS Lex’, Cartier specs

Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex

Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the Mets

Throwin the dice and takin all size bets

Never bummy; sip rummy, get money

When I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy

On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio

Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O – what?