Big L - Platinum Plus Lyrics

Big L - Platinum Plus Video

Big L

Yo yo what the fuck man?

Big L.. takin over the streets

Flamboyant Entertainment

 

Chorus One: DJ Premier (repeat 2X)

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Big L - Games Lyrics

Big L - Games Video

(Sadat X)

Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y'all

Tight broads watchin

The Guru, the great 'Dat X, and Big L

Flamboyant for life

 

(Big L)

Check it, a year ago I did a show for some dough

Puffed a bag of hydro then broke out on the low

And on my way out, it was a female on my trail

Who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL

I asked honey her name, she replied, Monique

Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat

Jump in the passenger seat, let's go get somethin to eat

She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she'd been dyin to meet

I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn't a freak

Yeah right it's all good, so I waited a week

Then one night to my crib she decided to creep

Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep

I let her in before you know it we was doin our thang

I drove her home, and said tomorrow give me a ring

It was about a month later when she gave me a call

With some bogus ass story that was off the wall

Claimin she's pregnant with my child, I think that's quite foul

How is that? I wore a Lifestyle

 

Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)

 

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today

Watch out for games that these females play

Cause some break the rules and some don't play fair

You might get caught out there if you're not aware

 

(Sadat X)

I'm in the breed of the bad guy

Get caught in a mad lie, come in your crib mad high

Think about me with the smile on your face

Think about me with my hand on your waist

And think about me with your hair in your face

Even caught a case fuckin witchu

Had said some ol' slick shit, that had forced me to hit you

Had you set up livin swell, how you gon' fuck my man L

Like we don't cross paths in these New York streets?

But that's good, cause he's my man and we both shine

And to say we don't love these hoes is a old line

Honey just save some space in it so you can hold mine

Her whole spine be twisted;

Things she did and how she kissed it

I kinda missed it, think back on how we dissed it

Now we two-fisted, she ain't never resisted

Left it red and blistered, shakin

I could slam it if it wasn't NO money makin

 

Chorus: Sadat X (same as Big L) (repeat 2X)

 

(Guru)

Word up games, these girls nowadays they play many

Techniques for gettin your loot, they got plenty

Suck the skin off your dick, just for some ice and shit

In the beginning they're polite, actin all nice and shit

But honey got plans to be pushin your Land

When she got you she goes and fucks your man

Understand? You gotta lay down the law

A lot of broads is fraud, they'll set you up Baby Pah

Some'll try to get you stuck up, some'll fake pregnancy

Most are after the dough, and the fame basically

Yo you can't make a hoe a housewife kid

Pick the wrong chick could be a lifetime bid

A lot of cats be beefin over these honies

Not me I keep it movin they ain't getitn jack from me

Mack these freaks for your own enjoyment

And one love to L we gon' stay Flamboyant

 

Chorus: Guru (same as Sadat X) (repeat 2X)

 

(Guru)

Heh, word up

Yo son you better watch these little fast-ass

Little fancy-pants bitches with the thongs

Heh, that's my word

Yo, rest in peace to my man Big L, uhh

Peace to the God Sadat X

Guru, GangStarr, uhh

Hold it down

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Big L - The Heist Lyrics

Big L - The Heist Video

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

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Big L - Ebonics Lyrics

Big L - Ebonics Video

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 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 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'ma never stop speakin' it

 

Chorus: repeat (2X)

 

Speak with criminal slang -Nas

That's just the way that I talk, yo

Vocabulary spills, I'm ill -Nas

 

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'ma never stop speakin' it

 

Chorus (2X)

 

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'ma never stop speakin' it

 

Chorus (2X)

 

Yeah, yeah

One love to my big brother, Big Lee

Holdin' it down

Yeah, Flamboyant for life

Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life

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Big L - Put It On Lyrics

Big L - Put It On Video

Big L

Aiyyo, you betta' flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still virgins if the crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul chil'

My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

And when it comes to getting nookie, I'm not a rookie

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie

I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin' dirty chicks

Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six

Step to this, & you're good as gone, word is bond

I leave mics torn when I put it on...

 

Kid Capri

So put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn

C'mon put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it on represent put it on, C'MON!

 

Big L

Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss chief

The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth

I'm known to gas a hottie, and blast the shottie

Got more cash than Gotti, (You don't know?), you better ask somebody

Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover

A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother

I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins

And get ends and commit sins with sick friends

Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter

You think you nice as me? Ha ha! Youse a funny nigga

I flow, so one of my shows, wouldn't be clever to miss

I'm leaving competitors pissed

To tell you the truth, it gets no betta' than this

I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn

And it's onnn, yo it's a must that I put it onnn

 

Kid Capri

Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on

Put it on Big L, put it on represent

Put it on, c'mon put it on..

 

* unknown patois chatta best guess *

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a me fi joke

Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke

See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke

You gwan dead, from army you provoked

 

Big L

I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear

Peace to my homies in the gangster lean, I see you when I get there

And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach

I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach

I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain

You still fear, cause I be hanging it hard and my shit is for real here

If you battle L you picked the wrong head

I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead

And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs

I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs

My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon

It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond

Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn

Cause we put it onnn, adios, ghost I'm gone

 

Kid Capri

So put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on

Big L, you gotta put it on and on

Put it on Big L, put it on and on

Word up, knahmsayin?

My man Big L, runnin things for the nine-four

And nine-oh-S, you know what I mean?

It's the Kid Capri, in full flair

And we gon' put it on a little somethin like this

Big L, c'mon

 

Big L

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