Big L - Freestyle (Ten Crack Commandments) lyrics

Yo I be dat smooth cat you never seen rollin' wit clowns One of the few from uptown thats holdin' it down b**hes be on me like I'm welfare, een rich ones That live in Bel Air is this Big L yeah, hell yeah! Word up I use a chrome gat, to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me feds got my phone tapped This rap game, Iput my life in it, chain got mega ice in it Push an Infinit, chrome rims light tinted And you can see pal, it's all about me now 20 g's a show, b**h 3 thou just to freestyle I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin?, sure you can hold on these Yo I'm phat like a old crayon smooth as rayon L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on I stay j**eled up pockets swelled up From banks I held up, plenty b**h-a** n***as Big L stuck I never catch cold feet, when I hold heat, we roll deep In a triple-black dark-tinted OG I catch a f*g 3 o lock in the mon' On the block all alone, then put a Glock to his dome Tell him give it up quick, you nitwit, dont try to get slick Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit, and leave your sh** split Prick, it ain't nothin decent about me A true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me A rap junkie, dont try to play like some flunky Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy, attitude grumpy And mad n***as be frontin a lot Popping mad sh**, trying to be something they not Your f*ggot a** better stay to dancing, don't even look at me I might break your jaw just for glancing, I'm sick like Manson In '97 Harlem kids is blowing And we don't trip, we'll let a b**h starve til her ribs are showing