Oliver Tree, Big L - Put It On (Kryph VIP) lyrics

Hey, hey hey
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on,  come on

Ayo, you better flee hops
Or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers' hearts pumpin’ like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout
And my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be virgins if
Crack never came out i got the wild style
Always been a foul child
My guns go "BOOM BOOM!" and
Yo' guns go "pow pow"
I’m known to have a hottie open
I keep the shotty smokin'
Front, and get half the bones
In your body broken
And when it comes to gettin'
Nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick
Toni Braxton look like Whoopi
I run with sturdy cliques
I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy
Don't make it thirty-six
Step to this, you're good as gone
Word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on, Big L, put it on!
C’mon, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn!
C’mon, put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on
C’MON!

Nobody can take nothin' from Big
L but a loss, chief
The last punk who fronted got a
Mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
Got more cash than Gotti
(You don't know?) you better ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother
And I’m a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up
In your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins
And get ends and commit
Sins with sick friends
'Cause I'm a money getter
Also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Haha
You's a funny nigga i flows
So one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell you the truth
It gets no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
In this song, yo
It's a must that I put it on

Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it onnn, big fella
Put it on and on! Put it on, Big L!
Put it on, represent!
Put it on, c'mon, put it on!

Some boys see me gun nozzle and
Take a we fi joke
Boy, you gwan dead before you
See me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead from a me you provoke

I drink Moët, not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks
From here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair
Big L is the villain you still fear
'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and
Shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel
Trigs and kill pigs i run with ill kids and
Real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin'
I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town
And it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it onnn
Big fella put it on and onnn!
Big L, you gotta put it on and on!
Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!
Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L
Runnin' things for the nine-four
And nine oh-s, you know what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on
A little somethin' like this big L, c'mon!
Lord Finesse (He be puttin' it on)
My man Buckwild (He be puttin' it on and on)
My man Fat Joe (He be puttin' it on)
Showbiz and AG
(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
I can't forget Diamond D
(He be puttin' it on) the whole DITC
(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
And of course Kid Capri
(yeah, I be puttin' it on) the whole NYC
(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)
And I'm out