[Big L]
Ayo, Showbiz, man
I had this bugged out dream last night
That I was the devil's son, B
I was doin some ill shit
[Unknown man, possibly Show or Party]
Rest in peace, Big L
[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta put it in my stash and lay low
Honeys used to walk right past years ago
Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't flow
For real, son, it's a new rebel in town
Playa for life, picture L, settlin down
Whenever I'm around, on yo girl's face is a smile
Never coppin out, I'm takin all my cases to trial
I know my team's the best, you never seen me stress
I be extremely fresh in the green TS
How I'm livin, so boss well, you can't scar L
Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel
While y'all be on the street, callin us [?]
I'm out buyin the finest things money can buy
I keep the ghetto, but still I'm a fly fellow
Who love the cuties, no matter if they dark skin or high yellow
And corny rappers I scar and disgrace
None of my bills got [?]
More love to all the big willie crews and cliques
That's stackin [?] and chips, makin moves with bricks
[Verse 2: Party Arty]
[?] spin it, stunnin like baby did it
GD get dirty, all crazy with it
Come from Broadway, to the hallway, we did it
Smokin all day, [?] he hid it
Check out the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese
And before I finish, I'm accepting a pile of G's
Son, I gotta squeeze it, all y'all niggas in here
Strange dirty bitch niggas in here, I'm like a bike
Switch bitches in gear, you like Mike
Boutta end your career, bigger than fear, my niggas is here
Fuck Cristal, gimme a beer, my cars come with rims, jiggy and fear
I come with Timbs, I'm tired of niggas trying to rap in my hood
Ain't the first time you get smacked in my hood
Yap in my hood, clapped in my hood
I'm tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood
Dog, why you up in my space? (Talkin crazy)
Spittin all up in my face, gun tucked in my waist
Blunt sunk in my face, I let my niggas hit yo bitch first
Fuck it, I'll wait, I'm in touch with my ace, son, I'm destined to do it
Son, I flow like more niggas testin the fluid
I am the [?], son who you tryin to be?
I think that nigga's doin a little too much admiring me
Stop it
Ayo, Showbiz, man
I had this bugged out dream last night
That I was the devil's son, B
I was doin some ill shit
[Unknown man, possibly Show or Party]
Rest in peace, Big L
[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough
Gotta put it in my stash and lay low
Honeys used to walk right past years ago
Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't flow
For real, son, it's a new rebel in town
Playa for life, picture L, settlin down
Whenever I'm around, on yo girl's face is a smile
Never coppin out, I'm takin all my cases to trial
I know my team's the best, you never seen me stress
I be extremely fresh in the green TS
How I'm livin, so boss well, you can't scar L
Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel
While y'all be on the street, callin us [?]
I'm out buyin the finest things money can buy
I keep the ghetto, but still I'm a fly fellow
Who love the cuties, no matter if they dark skin or high yellow
And corny rappers I scar and disgrace
None of my bills got [?]
More love to all the big willie crews and cliques
That's stackin [?] and chips, makin moves with bricks
[Verse 2: Party Arty]
[?] spin it, stunnin like baby did it
GD get dirty, all crazy with it
Come from Broadway, to the hallway, we did it
Smokin all day, [?] he hid it
Check out the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese
And before I finish, I'm accepting a pile of G's
Son, I gotta squeeze it, all y'all niggas in here
Strange dirty bitch niggas in here, I'm like a bike
Switch bitches in gear, you like Mike
Boutta end your career, bigger than fear, my niggas is here
Fuck Cristal, gimme a beer, my cars come with rims, jiggy and fear
I come with Timbs, I'm tired of niggas trying to rap in my hood
Ain't the first time you get smacked in my hood
Yap in my hood, clapped in my hood
I'm tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood
Dog, why you up in my space? (Talkin crazy)
Spittin all up in my face, gun tucked in my waist
Blunt sunk in my face, I let my niggas hit yo bitch first
Fuck it, I'll wait, I'm in touch with my ace, son, I'm destined to do it
Son, I flow like more niggas testin the fluid
I am the [?], son who you tryin to be?
I think that nigga's doin a little too much admiring me
Stop it
( Show )
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