Big L - Tru Master lyrics

Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives
And when you sold eighth's, we sold pies
And when you rode bikes, we drove 5's
There's no comparison son, s'just embarrasing
I'm 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
Taking over, cooking up coke with baking soda
I buy hot jewels and ice it down
While you go to the jewellery store wit
Short doe tryna bring the 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 you no longer hard now cause
You a man of god now
Yo it's amazing, L is blazing, always been
Before i put da braids in
I use to let the waves spin
What you be saying don't impress me at all
And them chicks u be jayin
Don't 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 pull out the heat
They ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about
U was just frontin
Now it ain't nuttin, ain't that suttin
I should start bussing anyway
And put one of u punks in da ground
Ya'll cowards be killin me
Wit ya'll faces frown, jumpin around
Like u scaring L, not even
Cause I'mma be a thug until i stop breathin
Plus I'm runnin with a smooth ass crew
That'd shoot at u you wanna knuckle up
Whateva we can do that too

Ya'll fellas like to stress them chicks
Impress them chicks
Spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks then send them home
Corleone is known to be stoned when i bone
I rubber duck in case that chick full blown
The other night around 8pm
Pockets crazy slim
Jumped out the grey BM, went to the ATM
Took a thou' out, later on i had to wild out
In da club, knock some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards, went to the restroom
Pissed Cristal out
Now im thinkin what chick number
I can dial out
Cuz it's L, the harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes then that sprint lady
And thats ill
Playa haters be givin me harsh looks
But im tryna sell records like Garth Brooks
So f em all
When it's cold i throw the skelly on
Illegal chips, keep my celly on
Mega ice is what im heavy on
If it ain't Cristal boo
I guess it's Pérignon
If the na na's too tight
I throw some jelly on
Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst
I've been off the scene over 3
Years and cats is still thirst
They hear Big L drop a ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that wanna
Battle get a deal first
I sport da bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude you betta get rid of that
Whereava u floss is where u gon get it at
What
I stay strapped, i go to sleep wit my steel
Makin figures while u broke
Cats keepin it real
L is rap's most livest cat
Im gettin stacks while u askin people
"do u want fries with that"
I rob fags in da staircase, no mask
Bare face
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without papes? No way pal
Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial