Tru Master

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 its 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 dont be ***y 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 *** 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 its 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 its 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 its P��rignon

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