Current Lyrics
"Stealing runs rampant in Harlem, gambling runs rampant in Harlem
—all types of evils and vices that tear apart our community run rampant in Harlem."
The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it
Sendin' poems to have them nigga
Diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart
L's the nigga that crime follow
I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles
I beat niggas 'til their head split
Then break 'em like bread sticks
I sex chicks, I'll even **** a dead bitc
Always sprayin' TEC's, because I be stayin' vexed
Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin' threat
I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'
Put his brains in the street
Now you can see what he was just thinkin'
I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale
Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in Hell
Front and get scarred 'cause your rap style ain't even hard
I run with a heathen squad, and none of us believe in God
I got styles you can't copy, nigga
It's the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks
Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray
**** Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil Son's wa
Every minute, my style switches up
They said a real man won't hit a girl
Well, I ain't real, 'cause I beat niggas u
I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel
I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill
I'm takin lives for a great price
I'm the type to snap in Heaven with a MAC-11 and rape Christ
And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest
The Big L's mad stressed, 'cause Hell is my address
I'm on some satanic shit strictl
Little kids be wakin' up cryin'
Yellin', "Mommy, Big L is comin' to get me!"
I keep a cutie with a soft booty
Hoes be runnin' up, "Can I get your autograph, L?"
No, nigga, I'm off dut
I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggas drop when my shotty spark
It ain't no food in my fridge, just body parts
I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged
I never wear rubbers, nigga – if I get AIDS, **** it
A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute
I'll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nigga body dente
And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed
And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'
Ayo, crazy niggas slept with
Then they niggas got mad and tried to step to
But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special e
So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead
'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red