Big L - Now or Never lyrics

It's time to make power moves
And get the chedda
And buy the real nice things
That makes life better
No foolish acts, moves must be clever
I'm down for whatever
I gotta blow, son, it's now or never

I walk through the ruggedest blocks
With jewels flooded with rocks
Hustlin' on hot corners that
Be smothered with cops
I must warn my Harlem crew roll strong
Word bond, we leave mics torn
Y'all brothers slept too long, now it's on!
L Corleone will never flop
My records are forever hot
Front on me you better not
I keep the Beretta cocked
This goes out to my peoples Uptown
Downtown, mid-town
Across town and outta town
You see me flossin' often at
All the club sites
At the bars buyin' Cristals
Like they Bud Lights
My style is hard like strong lumber
Dime pieces get the digit's
Chicken heads get the wrong number

Yo, I announce facts when I
Get busy over bounce tracks
Droppin' lethal raps on wax so
I can count stacks i keep a heavy knot
Got a spot on every block
Honeys that’s very hot get
Slid to the Marriott
'95 was a beautiful year for L now I'm back
And all the ladies still cheer for L
Whatever I write is gonna be tight
'Cause if makin' hit's is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Nevertheless, the East is were my crew rest
We bust caps that go through vests
We only do what we do best
And that's cripplin' you brittle men
Since you wanna play rough
Then say hello to my little friend

I like drop-tops when it's hot
I like Lands when it's snowy
Bank account is Fat like Joey
I'm not very religious
You wouldn't call me holy
Sometimes my hair’s corn-rowed
Sometimes it's fro-y
Spark up the you-know-what, pop the Moëy
L stay flossin', Presidential Rolly
Y'all brothers know me
I step in parties with minks and fly links
Shorties hittin' me with eye winks
As I buy drinks
And every girl I got looks like a model
If you ever see me with a chicken
Then she must've hit the lotto
Uptown is my home and where I roam
I stand alone, Big L Corleone got it sewn
Sellin' weight in and outta
State to generate cake the one Jakes hate
Got homicide runnin' out of yellow tape
I pack toast with infrared scopes
I turn crews to dead folks
If y'all fellas is playas, I'm the head coach

Word up, son, it's time to blow
Stack that dough, create a better life
For me and my fam, nahmean?
I done seen the ghetto all my life
It's time I see somethin' different
Ha ha, yeah, get the picture? The Big Picture