All Black

Big L
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with motherfkin buck shots
So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali, it's Harlem nigg* we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that s**t ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take gals out, I just fk they guts out
Get my nuts out, then break the fk out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigg* tried to stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in his as* than swiss cheese

Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)

(Ducks better scat when the gat goes click-clack)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

Big L
I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on but hoes too
So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es
fk around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal
but man you've been rappin for years now
and ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
In the shower's the only time you get your d*ck wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin motherfkers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavin f*gs in bodybags with tags on they big toe

Chorus 2X

Big L
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm quick to put a slug in a f*g brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin girls
I'm all about makin papes kid
I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
Then his as* cold dashed with my cash fast
Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day
knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
That's the type of s**t I'm on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'
You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal
It's Big L, the motherfkin Problem Child

Chorus 2X

Big L
This goes out to all y'all b*tch-ass
So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fcK with me
Cause I know a good way to get your family together
and I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfker
Yo, I'm bout to sign out, but before I go
I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who you are
And all y'all talkin that gun s**t
and won't bust a rhyme, stop fakin the funk!
Word, I'm bout to get up out of here
Yo I'm out B, yo peace man
I gotta get this money
So all y'all on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!