Big L - Fat Beats [Freestyle] | Текст песни

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• Big L
• Fat Beats [Freestyle]

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 jewels and ice it down, while u go to da jewelry 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 sexy 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 killin 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 ass crew, that'll shoot at u
U wanna knuckle up, whateva we can do that too

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