Big L - All Black lyrics

[big l] Yo once again it's the big l, that kid who got much props From k**in corrupt cops, with motherf**in buck shots So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys This ain't cali, it's harlem n***a we do walkbys No one can match me, tax me or wax me If you want me to write you some raps g just ask me Cause on the shelf is where your lp cold stood Because it was no good, that sh** ain't even go wood I'm not the type to take s*uts out, I just f** they guts out Get my nuts out, then break the f** out Me being a virgin, that's idiotic Cause if big l got the aids every cutie in the city got it Once a n***a tried to stick me for six g's And I put more holes in his a** than swiss cheese Chorus: big l (repeat 2x) (ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack) Or i'ma have your family dressed in all black [big l] I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief Or catch a buck shot to your domepiece I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like p.m. dawn I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to And I squeeze triggers, not just on n***az but hoes too So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es f** around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal But man you've been rappin for years now And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin motherf**ers on the daily news I was a gangsta from the git-go Leavin f*gs in bodybags with tags on they big toe Chorus 2x [big l] Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I k**ed beats And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame I'm quick to put a slug in a f*g brain I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches And if I catch aids, then i'ma start rapin b**hes I'm all about makin papes kid I k**ed my mother with a shovel just like norman bates did My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask Then his a** cold dashed with my cash fast Fifty g's is what the creep stole; so the next day Knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole That's the type of sh** I'm on, word is bond Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn' You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of harlem pal It's big l, the motherf**in problem child Chorus 2x [big l] This goes out to all y'all b**h-a** n***az So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't f** with me Cause I know a good way to get your family together And I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherf**er Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go I gotta say peace to the nfl crew, you know who you are And all y'all n***az talkin that gun sh** And won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk! Word, I'm bout to get up out of here Yo I'm out b, yo peace man I gotta get this money So all y'all n***az on my hitlist get your suits ready Hahahaha!