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'Put it On'
Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rappers hearts pumpin like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothersd 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
Im 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 Im not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks Im never hittin dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy dont make it thirty-six
Step to this youre good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on
So put it on Big L, put it on
Cmon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn
Cmon put it on Big L, put it on
Cmon put it on represent put it on, CMON!
Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
Im known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti (you dont know?) you better act somebody
Big L is a crazy brother, and Im a lady lover
A smooth kid thatll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, Im known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends
Cause Im a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, youse a funny * ****
I flows, so one of my shows, wouldnt be clever to miss
Im leavin competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
Im catchin wreck to the break of dawn
And its on, yo its a must that I put it on
Yeah, so put it on Big L, put it on
Cmon put it on, big fella put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on represent
Put it on, cmon 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 Becks beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And its a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
Im puttin rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin in harlem this **** is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you cant kill me I was born dead
And Im known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with Ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My raps steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon
Its a new sherriff in town, and it aint Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
Cause we put it on, adios, ghost Im gone
So put it on Big L, put it on
Cmon 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?
Its the Kid Capri, in full flair
And we gon put it on a little somethin like this
Big L, cmon
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 cant 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 Im out
by OG