Big L - '97 Dj Clue Freestyle Lyrics

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[Herb McGruff]

I drop hot rhymes

Take it hot '97slot time

I shine like a icon

Hund' Thirty-Ninth don

V12 600 gas put my Nike on

Put a mic on

Put it piped on

Strong armed like 'Nam

Desert storm never fight calm

Four-fifths shook my right arm

Pearl white palm

Murder your life on

Make more noise than a night storm

Heavy artillery hand grenades and pipe bombs

Like Tron

Man there's no telling who I might harm

Time Wall Street business men in their white pawn

It's like on

Bullet holes buck fifty life longs

Fight strong Don Juan ill trife con

Write hype shit my gang can make a dyke like dick

And my crew bigger than your crew twice as thick

Niggas be lookin' for some ice to stick

Nice and slick

And pipe the dick

And all the bad righteous chicks

My niggas locked up we light them flicks

Send you commissary all types of kicks

My man L got 25 to life taught me life's a bitch

Said hold your head 'Gruff son and write them hits

[Big L]

Ya'll niggas like to stress them hoes

Impress them hoes

And spend money to dress them hoes

I sex them hoes and send them home

Corleone is known to be stoned

When I bone I'm rubbered-up 'case the bitch full blown

The other night around 8PM

Pockets crazy slim

Jumped out the grey B.M

Went to the ATM

Took a thou' out

Later on had to wil' out

In the club knocked some nigga and his pal out

Afterwards went to the restroom and pissed Cristal out

Now I'm thinkin' what bitch number I can dial out

Cause it's L the Harlem pimp baby for real

I got more dimes than that Sprint lady that's ill

Playa hatas be givin me harsh looks

But I'm trying to sell records like Garth Brooks

So fuck 'em all

When it's cold I throw the skully on

Illegal chips keep my celly on

Mega ice is what I'm heavy on

If it ain't Cristal bitch I guess it's Prignon

If the pussy hole to tight I throw some jelly on

Try to tax watch the 9 mil' burst

I've been off the scene over two years and niggas is still thirst

To hear Big L drop an ill verse

All you unsigned niggas that wanna battle get a deal first

I sport the bullet-proof fitted hat

That attitude you better get rid of that

Where ever you floss is where you gonna get it at

I stay strapped I go to sleep with my steel

Makin' figgas while you broke niggas keepin' it real

L is rap most livest cat

I'm getting stacks while you askin' niggas - "Do you want fries with that?"

I rob fags in the stair case

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 O.J. Trial

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[Herb McGruff]

Yo I rhyme with my heart and my soul

Shine like a carton of gold

Got M.C.'s startin' to fold

Leave 'em cold

Better play their part and their role

Leave 'em shook like a hustler with knocks on the stroll

What you know about slangin' in the park in the cold

Puffin buddha with your buddies

Gooses and the skullies

Rockin' Tim' boots and all the honeys

And when it's sunny

We sport linen spending money

Of course we some men who hungry

Society forced us to attend to ugly

And scorin' like Bugsy

I rather die than keep the feds cumfy

I read Nicky Barnes yeah plus I read Bumpy

Harlem World's where I'm from see

Picture 'Gruff comin' clumsy

I'm from the home of the money maker bum is junkie

DJ Clue pull up something funky

I'm kinda of tired off this weed and this Brass Monkey

[Big L]

Uh

Ears studded out

Playa hatas cut it out

Chain flooded out

Sexin' hoes tell I'm nutted out

You on the mixtape talkin 'bout you flip weight

You fishcake holdin' your dick and still couldn't piss straight

I got heavy dough

And that's something that you already know

Clue heard me once and said "I bet he blow"

I rock the Presi' Rol'

You want beef let me know

I be in Mexico chillin' with a sexy ho

How cool can one MC be?

Ya'll still envy me cause I'm M.V.P

Cruise through Harlem in a bullet-proof MPV

Man you fuck around and get plugged like MTV

I'm a pretty pimp with mad gear

I put my hoes on the moon if there was cash there

You feel me?

I buy hot jewels and ice it down

While you go to the jewelry store with short dough trying to bring the prices down

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