put it on

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 be large if the crack never came out

i got the wild style

always been a foul child

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 gettin 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

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!

nobody can take nuttin 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 betta 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 skinz

and get endz 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 flows

so one of my shows

wouldn't be clever to miss

i'm leavin competitors pissed

to tell you the truth

it gets no better than this

i'm catchin wreck to the break of dawn

and it's on

yo it's a must that i put it on

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. some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we 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

i drink moet not beck's beer

i stay dressed in slick gear

peace to my homies in the gangsta 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 hangin in harlem this 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 i'll kids and real nigs who peel wigs

my rap's steady slammin

i keep a heavy cannon

it's a new sherriff in town

and it ain't reggie hammond

peace to my peoples

the children of the corn

cause we put it on

adios

ghost i'm gone

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

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lord finesse

my man buckwild

my man fat joe

showbiz and a.g. i can't forget diamond d

the whole d.i.t.c. and of course kid capri

the whole n.y.c. and i'm out