Big L - Tony Touch 139" lyrics

Big L

1-3-9

Where I'm from
Yeah, Tony Touch in the house, yeah
Big L Harlem on the rise, 1-3-9
You ain't know!?
One love to my nigga McGruff, Mase Murda
Killa Kam rest in peace to my man Bloodshed
Live on baby, the spirit live on
Yeah BBO in the house
Yeah my men stand I'ma rock this shit
Check it out!

Yo I be dat smooth cat you
Never seen rollin' wit clowns
One of the few from uptown
Thats holdin' it down
Bitches be on me like I'm welfare
Een rich ones
That live in Bel Air is this Big L yeah
Hell yeah! Word up I use a chrome gat
To push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call
Me feds got my phone tapped
This rap game, I put my life in it
Chain got mega ice in it
Push an Infinite, chrome rims light tinted
And you can see pal, it's all about me now
20 g's a show, bitch 3 thou just to freestyle
I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees
Can you hold somethin?
Sure you can hold on these
Yo I'm phat like a old crayon smooth as rayon
L is who the ladies stay on, baby play on
I stay jeweled up pockets swelled up
From banks I held up
Plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck
I never catch cold feet, when I hold heat
We roll deep
In a triple-black dark-tinted OG
I catch a fag 3 o lock in the mon'
On the block all alone
Then put a Glock to his dome
Tell him give it up quick, you nitwit
Don't try to get slick
Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit
And leave your shit split
Prick, it ain't nothin decent about me
A true thug for real
You can ask the precinct about me
A rap junkie
Don't try to play like some flunky
Jewels be chunky, pockets lumpy
Attitude grumpy
And mad niggas be frontin a lot
Popping mad shit
Trying to be something they not
Your faggot ass better stay to dancing
Don't even look at me
I might break your jaw just for glancing
I'm sick like Manson
In '97 Harlem kids is blowing
And we don't trip
We'll let a bitch starve til
Her ribs are showing