[Big L]
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from killin corrupt cops, with mother$#&@in 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! ain't even go wood
I'm not the type to take !@#%s out, I just $#&@ they guts out

Get my nuts out, then break the $#&@ out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it

Once a ^!$$% tried to stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in his $$# than swiss cheese


[Chorus: Big L x2]

(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 ^!$$%z but hoes too

So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es
$#&@ 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 dick wet

I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
I'm puttin mother$#&@ers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from the git-go

Leavin !@$)s in bodybags with tags on they big toe

[Chorus x2]


[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 !@$) brain

I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin (*##$es
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 $$# 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 %#@! 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 mother$#&@in Problem Child


[Chorus x2]


[Big L]
This goes out to all y'all (*##$-ass ^!$$%z
So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't !#@* with me

Cause I know a good way to get your family together
and I ain't talkin bout a reunion mother$#&@er
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 ^!$$%z talkin that gun %#@!
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 ^!$$%z on my hitlist get your suits ready
Hahahaha!