Still Here

Artist：big l

Songs Title：still here

I be a Harlem World party pleaser

You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer

That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at

Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that

I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on

Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on

TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on

It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on

Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on

You think you can do it like this? Dream on

I'm a, chrome my rims and ice my chain

Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame

Yo you know the game plan

C-Town, that's my main man

We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands

Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan

Everything I rock is name brand

L'll make ya dame swallow

Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow

While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle

Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks

Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits

You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L

What's this motherfuckin rap game without L?

Yo, that's like jewels without ice

That's like china without rice

Or the Holy Bible without Christ

Or the Bulls without Mike

Or crackheads without pipes

The Village without dykes

Or hockey games without fights

Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit

Flamboyant is the label I'm with

Big L!

Y'all know the name

He's still here

Ha ha, youse a funny nigga

Play this {yeah y'all... }

Play this {yeah y'all... }

Big L!

Y'all know the name

He's still here

My nigga Big L! {yeah y'all... }

I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe

You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough

I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo

I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro

Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po'

I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo

C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo

Chips from here to Acapulco

While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads

I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds

I stay sweatin out a bitch perm

I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm

I take all the dough my chicks earn

I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn

{A Hoodlum like Fishburne}

Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli

You see me on MTV and Rap City

Keep frontin, I'm a step out, mask on with the tec out

Squeeze shots and make you check out

Big L!

Y'all know the name

He's still here

... {yeah y'all... }

Big L!

My underground niggaz, y'all can shine with me

Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me

Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me

That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be

I be that young teen with DUMB cream

I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam

All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream

Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team

Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came with

I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it

Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait

And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape

They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound

Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B. Brown

I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands

Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans

On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut

The Danger Zone is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck

Try to front we gon' size you up

Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut

Aiyyo, gats we bust （backs we crush）

Only hot tracks we lust （crazy stacks we clutch）

And we need plaques to touch （that say platinum plus）

Cause half of you niggaz that's rappin now （is wack to us）

Big L!

Y'all know the name

He's still here

Y'all thought this was over with?

This ain't over with...