Big L - On the Mic lyrics

Aiyyo I shoulda been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pen out
Keep frontin', almost tried yo' chin out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the
Gat and pop ten out
You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out
White linen and if a bitch don't like me
She must like women
Everytime I come around you
See your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad cuz your career's
In the ninth inning
It's over now, nigga leave the game
I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain
Where thugs that never hesitate
To squeeze the flame
Where niggas be takin' drugs just
To ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT your bitch wrote me
First day home, I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin'
Me every five minutes
MC's I squash and disgrace
It's all about the Benji's
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Mad singles wit a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac cuz
They really were hot rap game heavy hitters
It's a shame they no longer wit us
Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail
You'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" what
Cuts by Roc Raida

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"

Aiyyo I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is runnin' out
Niggas like "L when you commin' out?"
Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
Your wife missin'
I'm the nigga see was last seen wit
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash
Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who
Stuffed the coke in they ass
Crazy beefs got provoked in the past
Lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth
Believe me son
We breed the smoothest niggas on
The face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd
I'mma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bumb
Nerd when I was unheard now I'm icey
I ain't gotta say one word you dumb bird
I push whips while you walk all day
And I hate when strange niggas
Wanna talk all day
Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit
You don't know me
Just say "What's up" give me
A pound that's it
When I was at the steakhouse pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese
Shit gettin' take out
How you make out, you take the fake route
You oughta break out
You couldn't get a bitch before
You put your tape out, what!

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"

"On the mic is Big L
That brotha who kicks flav, god"