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Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my fukking name
I'm flooring nikkas and I only weight a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days
fukking with me, a lotta nikkas was sporting shades
I grab the microphone and scar jerks
nikkas running up (Put me on!) What the fukk, is this star search?
I'm relieving rappers like Sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke then Big L would be a buddha head
Ayo my crew's real smooth like Lopez
I was rocking mics since nikkas was wearing Pro Keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my dikk like magnets on refridgerators
I'm a crazy mean lyricist
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this
And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter
nikkas hear me and take notes like a news reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender
Killing nikkas like a Klan member
You can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, front
And I'm a introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the baddest try
But they fell cause my techniques are liver
I'm so deaf I need hearing aid with an equalizer
You tried to hit a home run but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the fukk out
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5om94d1WD8"]Lord Finesse ft.Big L - Yes You May Remix - YouTube[/ame]
Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my fukking name
I'm flooring nikkas and I only weight a buck and change
I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days
fukking with me, a lotta nikkas was sporting shades
I grab the microphone and scar jerks
nikkas running up (Put me on!) What the fukk, is this star search?
I'm relieving rappers like Sudafed
And if the microphone was smoke then Big L would be a buddha head
Ayo my crew's real smooth like Lopez
I was rocking mics since nikkas was wearing Pro Keds
I only roll with originators
Chicks stick to my dikk like magnets on refridgerators
I'm a crazy mean lyricist
Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this
And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter
nikkas hear me and take notes like a news reporter
I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender, but far from tender
Killing nikkas like a Klan member
You can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, front
And I'm a introduce your brains to the concrete
I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride
To take me out, troop, even the baddest try
But they fell cause my techniques are liver
I'm so deaf I need hearing aid with an equalizer
You tried to hit a home run but you struck out
My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the fukk out
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5om94d1WD8"]Lord Finesse ft.Big L - Yes You May Remix - YouTube[/ame]
