blazin, ya ya'll, Big L! Ya'll know the name, hes still here, my nigga Big L, Yea Ya'll [Big L] (verse 3) I'm stright loco, to hell with you and your
Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops You turned pop, now you no longer gain props Who's fault is that? Nobody's but your own, black Used to make fat
hair is crazy curly, front like Mr. Furley To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know I get more props
fudge. We need as many packers as we can get, uh uh Sacks. (Guy) ...Hello? (Music Starts) Uh Uh (Jamie Maddrox) My name is Jamie Maddrox and I got fat
catchin' bodies in the project hallways Project hallways, the project hallways Project hallways, the project hallways Step in to my highrise hell You
crazy curly Front like mr. furley To this day, I still believe that no mc can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) I get more props
plastic plane? From the Moch to the Rie to the Pee to the Wee You gotta see Hyakugojyuuichi AARON: Wakeman is biased, like a household appliance Hello
I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked
on stage, they spread they wings like troop And fly away, cause I don't play I slay, okay, okay? The king of combat, my competition scat Pockets stay fat, oh hells
on my sound check And when it's time for the show I'm supposed to go (big daddy) (hell no) Am I a man or a machine? Or just a fat kid who don't supposed
But wit men suckers semi Think that shit before they come again No science to the wild senile Slackin cause he packin like a Runaway child yeah Would I ever try to sever, hell
Wings on my feet Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep To the double up spot 'cos the shit is comin' cheap It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat
Brainiac with a zany act, cleptomaniac Before I go to work, I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR and load it in
' a new style of thing It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses Stocks of skunks, props
' with my homies in the city of hugs Because they need me more than that hoe The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the saddle Lap dance, fat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.. Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though.. Make it fat like DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH,