Bigger and Deffer
Исполнитель: Ll Cool J
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Verse<br> <br> Knuckleheads spreadin` gossip all over town<br> Every time I drive by you`re just standin` around<br> Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand<br> Don`t you know you`re just a worker and your boss is my man?<br> L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place<br> I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin` face<br> You`re playin` me too close with the schemin` and games<br> I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame<br> Movies, records, goin` on tour<br> Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin` on the floor<br> Whole parties body-rockin`, and everything`s chill<br> Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill<br> See I fought with the devil, made a promise to God<br> I have experience in goin` all the way to the top<br> It`s harder harder than hard<br> All the suckers are barred<br> You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred<br> See the problem is you want what another man has<br> His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz<br> But that`s weak, you gotta do work on your own<br> cuz when you`re rich you got friends<br> but when you`re poor you`re alone<br> So get your own on your own, it`ll strengthen your soul<br> Stop livin` off your parents like you`re three years old<br> Instead of walkin` like you`re limp and talkin` yang about me<br> why don`t you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?<br> Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree<br> Hope my message reaches you before you`re seventy-three<br> A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life<br> you`ll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"<br> Every day is a chase, every day is a race<br> and every day you`re being overpowered by my bass<br> Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace<br> It`s like the fire`s in my eyes and the gun`s in my face<br> I`m stompin` stupid knuckleheads until they bleed<br> I`m the leader of the show, so it`s up to me to lead<br> I`mma lead you away from drugs and petty crime<br> Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme<br> Lead you to that ticket line<br> so you can come in my show and watch the stars shine<br> Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young<br> The last man who didn`t listen ended up gettin` hung<br> Not that I killed him, it`s just<br> He didn`t wanna trust<br> the words of a master that`s why you must<br> Take heed to the speech, it`s gonna reach your ear<br> Don`t try to say you can`t hear cuz the words are clear<br> Throwin` flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest<br> You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best<br> Cuz tonight`s the night we gonna see the big fight<br> Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don`t go right<br> E-Love drives a tank, he`s strong like a truck<br> If you`re cryin` while you`re dyin` we ain`t givin` a fuck<br> L.L. Cool J is on the microphone<br> tellin` all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"<br> Cuz I`m rated X, born to snap necks<br> Straight up and down, no special effects<br> I`m the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean<br> If Russia bombed the U.S., they`d be scared to touch Queens<br> Cuz that`s where I live, and this is what I give<br> Turnin` top-notch crews into fugitives<br> They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan<br> like a sniper when he`s shootin` or a viper when he`s bitin`<br> Here I am, tellin` the truth<br> and I`m spreadin` the word to my fellow youth<br> It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam<br> I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans<br> All you petty MC`s in the state of New York<br> Gettin` a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk<br> Can`t get a decent contract, your beats ain`t workin`<br> Dogged-out Pumas plus you`re manager`s jerkin`<br> Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer<br> I`m badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar<br> I`m a hitman, but I`m not for hire<br> Fly girl`s desire, the man you admire<br> Not only on the stage, I rock in the park<br> and I`m a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark<br> So don`t never ever mess with the king of the sound<br> L.L. Cool J, the baddest around.