Put It On

Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks

And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie 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 Whoopie

I run with sturdy clicks 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 nuttin 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 the shottie

Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta 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 skinz

And get endz and commit sins with sick friends

Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter

You think you nice as me? Ha ha, youse 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

And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on

Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it on, 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 army you provoked

I drink Moet 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 this 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 I'll kids and real nigs who peel wigs

My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon

It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond

Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn

Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on

C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on

Big L, you gotta put it on and on

Put it on Big L, put it on and 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 A.G. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on)

I can't forget Diamond D (He be puttin it on)

The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah they be puttin it on and on)

And of course Kid Capri (Yeah I be puttin it on)

The whole N.Y.C. (Yeah we be puttin it on and on)

And I'm out [echoes]