Big L - On the Mic lyrics

[Verse 1] Aiyyo I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a b**h don't like me, she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, n***a leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain Where thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame Where n***as be takin' d** just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your b**h wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that b**h be pagin' me every five minutes MC's I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, so why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles wit a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac cuz they really were hot Rap game heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us n***as wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What {Cuts by Roc Raida} [Samples] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since n***as was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' n***as and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "f**in' wit me, a lot of n***as be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" [Verse 2] Aiyyo I hear a lot of b**h in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York Time is runnin' out, n***as like "L when you commin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen sh** Your wife missin', I'm the n***a see was last seen wit Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team sh** A bunch of n***as got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they a** Crazy beefs got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split A lot of innocent kids got hit Harlem World be the place of my birth Believe me son, we breed the smoothest n***as on the face of the earth Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote As long as I can rock a crowd, I'mma never be broke Some hoes treated me like a bumb nerd when I was unheard Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird I push whips while you walk all day And I hate when strange n***as wanna talk all day Clown a** sh**, hate to be around that sh** You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese sh** gettin' take out How you make out, you take the fake route You oughta break out You couldn't get a b**h before you put your tape out, what! [Samples] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I was rockin' mics since n***as was rockin' Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin' n***as and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "f**in' wit me, a lot of n***as be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent"