Big L - Slaying The Mic lyrics
[Big L - Slaying The Mic lyrics]
Yeah check this shit out
One, two, one two check me the fuck out
(One, two, one two) big L, Corleone
(yeah 139 Linux, Corleone)
Chilling with my nigga Kay Slay
From around the way
Flamboyant Entertainment nigga
Coming live, this is the danger zone
(Harlem, USA dawg) about to rip this shit
Check us out, uh check it out yeah
(uh, uh, uh, uh) check it out yeah
Flamboyant Entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flamboyant Entertainment
While we hold gats, you hold knives
When you sold Eights, we sold pies
When you rode bikes, we rode Five's
There's no comparison son
It's just embarrassing
I'm running with some of the baddest
Men in the whole New York we hold the fort
Y'all bitch niggas is holding dicks
Player hating, pushing stolen whips
We at the dice game rolling tricks
OT, throwing bricks, taking over
Cooking up coke with baking soda yeah
You better spread with them
Thirty dollar kicks on or get whipped on
Knocked out cold and pissed on
L is a heavy waiter, with steady paper
You the type that go to
Jail for a petty caper
Then come home on good behavior
Talking about you no longer hard now cause
You a man of God now though it's amazing
L is blazing always been
Before I put the braids in
I used to let the waves spin
Shit you be saying, don't impress me at all
And them chicks you be jaying
Don't be sexy at all word life
Everything that I recite stands out
Go ahead and front
So I can try this right hand out
Across your jaw l never lost a war
No respect for them faggots
Who enforce the law
You got something to say? Cough it out
Cause niggas be wanting beef
But when you pull out the heat
They ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about?
You was just fronting
Now it ain't nothing, ain't that something?
I should start busting anyway and put one
Of you punks in the ground
Y'all niggas be killing me
With your face around jumping around
Like you scared of L not even
Cause imma be a thug 'till i stop breathing
Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew
That will shoot at you
You want to knuckle up? Then fuck it
We can do that too nigga
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World
Y'all know where the fuck I'm from
One, two, one two check me the fuck out
(One, two, one two) big L, Corleone
(yeah 139 Linux, Corleone)
Chilling with my nigga Kay Slay
From around the way
Flamboyant Entertainment nigga
Coming live, this is the danger zone
(Harlem, USA dawg) about to rip this shit
Check us out, uh check it out yeah
(uh, uh, uh, uh) check it out yeah
Flamboyant Entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flamboyant Entertainment
While we hold gats, you hold knives
When you sold Eights, we sold pies
When you rode bikes, we rode Five's
There's no comparison son
It's just embarrassing
I'm running with some of the baddest
Men in the whole New York we hold the fort
Y'all bitch niggas is holding dicks
Player hating, pushing stolen whips
We at the dice game rolling tricks
OT, throwing bricks, taking over
Cooking up coke with baking soda yeah
You better spread with them
Thirty dollar kicks on or get whipped on
Knocked out cold and pissed on
L is a heavy waiter, with steady paper
You the type that go to
Jail for a petty caper
Then come home on good behavior
Talking about you no longer hard now cause
You a man of God now though it's amazing
L is blazing always been
Before I put the braids in
I used to let the waves spin
Shit you be saying, don't impress me at all
And them chicks you be jaying
Don't be sexy at all word life
Everything that I recite stands out
Go ahead and front
So I can try this right hand out
Across your jaw l never lost a war
No respect for them faggots
Who enforce the law
You got something to say? Cough it out
Cause niggas be wanting beef
But when you pull out the heat
They ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about?
You was just fronting
Now it ain't nothing, ain't that something?
I should start busting anyway and put one
Of you punks in the ground
Y'all niggas be killing me
With your face around jumping around
Like you scared of L not even
Cause imma be a thug 'till i stop breathing
Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew
That will shoot at you
You want to knuckle up? Then fuck it
We can do that too nigga
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World
Y'all know where the fuck I'm from