Big L - Tru Master lyrics

Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives And when you sold 8's, we sold pies You rode bikes, we drove 5's There's no comparison son, just embarrasing Im runnin wit some of da baddest men in the whole New York We hold the fort while you crab cats is holdin tips Playa hatin, pushin stolen whips We at da dice game rollin trips, out of town throwin bricks Takin ova, cookin up coke wit baking soda I buy hot j**els and ice it down, while u go to da j**elry wit short doe tryina bring da prices down You betta spread wit them 30 dollar kicks on Or get whipped on, knocked out cold, and pissed on L is a heavyweighter wit steady paper You da type to go to jail for a petty caper Then come home on good behavior Talkin bout u no longa hard now cuz u a man of god now Yo its amazin, L is blazin always been Before i put da braids in, i use to let the waves spin What u be sayin dont impress me at all And them chicks u be jayin dont be s**y at all Word life, everything that i recite stand out Go head and front so i can try this right hand out Across yo jaw, L neva lost a war No respect for them cowards who enforce tha law You got sumthin to say, then cough it out Cuz cowards be wantin beef, but when u pulled out the heat They ready to talk it out What is there to talk about, u was just frontin Ain't that sumthin, i should start bussin anaway And put one of u punks in da ground Ya'll cowards be k**in me wit ya'll faces frown, jumpin around Like u scared of L, not even, cuz im a thug until i stop breathin Plus im runnin with a smooth a** crew, that'll shoot at u U wanna knuckle up, whateva we can do that too Ya'll fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks, i s** them chicks Then send them home, corleone is known to be stoned When i bone, i rubber duck in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the gray bm, went to the atm Took a thou' out, later on i had to wild out In da club knock some coward and his pal out Then afterwards, went to the bathroom, pissed crystale out Now im thinkin what chick number i can dial out Cuz its L, the harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and thats ill Playa haters be givin me harsh looks, but im tryina sell records like Garth Brooks So f em all, when its cold i throw the skelly on Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what im heavy on If it ain't crystale boo, i guess its Pérignon If the nana's too tight, i throw some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst I've been off the scene for 3 years, cats is still thirst They hear Big L drop an ill verse, so all you unsigned cats that wanna battle get a deal first I sport da bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you betta get rid of that Whereava u floss is where u gon get it at What, i stay strapped, i go to sleep wit my steel Makin figures while u broke cats keepin it real L is raps most livest cat, im gettin stacks while u askin people "do u want fries with that" I rob f*gs in da staircase, no mask, bare face The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced Do I walk around without papes? No way pal Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial