Text: Big L. Deadly Combination.
Yes indeed, it's the mix king, Ron G
I got somethin', the world ain't ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans, y'all know the deal, flava!
Yeah nigga!
Yeah, that's right, baby
That's how we do it
Follow me tell me if you feel me, I think niggaz is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned, word is bonb, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my niggaz wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do' with fo'-fo's
Yeah nigga, thug life
I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G.
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter with more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y'all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I'm in
Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin, autograph signin'
My lifestyle is far out, every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out uhh
'Cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
That's how we do it out here
On this underground real shit nigga, it's the heat nigga
Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it
Deadly combination bwoy
I got somethin', the world ain't ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans, y'all know the deal, flava!
Yeah nigga!
Yeah, that's right, baby
That's how we do it
Follow me tell me if you feel me, I think niggaz is tryin' to kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I'm tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned, word is bonb, you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my niggaz wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do' with fo'-fo's
Yeah nigga, thug life
I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G.
I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter with more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y'all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I'm in
Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin, autograph signin'
My lifestyle is far out, every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out uhh
'Cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene
Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
That's how we do it out here
On this underground real shit nigga, it's the heat nigga
Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it
Deadly combination bwoy
Big L