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BIG L lyrics : "Tony--39-S Touch"

[Big L]
Yo I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns
One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down

(*##$es be on me like I'm welfare
Even rich !@^%s that live in Bel Air
Is this Big L? Yeah hell yeah

Word up I use a chrome gat to push domes back
Watch how you talk when you call me Feds got my phone tapped
This rap game I put my life in it

Chain got mega ice in it
Push an Infinite chrome rims light-tinted
And you can see pal it's all about me now

Twenty G's a show (*##$ three thou' just to freestyle
I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
Can you hold somethin'? Sure you can hold on these

Yo I'm fat like a old Cray-on smooth as Rayon
L is who the ladies stay on baby play on
I stay jewel-ed up pockets swelled up

From banks I held up
Plenty (*##$-ass ^!$$%s Big L stuck
I never catch cold feet when I hold heat

We roll deep in the triple black dark-tinted o' jeep
I catch a !@$) three o'clock in the morn'
On the block all alone

And put a Glock to his dome
Tell him: Give it up quick you nitwit don't try to get slick
Or I'mma let this four-fifth spit and leave your %#@! split

Prick it ain't nothin' decent about me
A true thug for real you can ask the precinct about me
A rap junky don't try to play me like some flunky

Jewels be chunky pockets lumpy attitude grumpy
And mad ^!$$%s be frontin' a lot
Poppin' mad %#@! tryin' to be somethin' they not

Your !@$)got $$# better stick to dancin'
Don't even look at me I might break your jaw just for glancin'
I'm sick like Manson

In '97 Harlem kids is blowin'
And we don't trick we'll let a (*##$ starve 'til her ribs is showin'

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