The Big Picture

[Big L]<br>Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)<br><br>Yo, y`all fellas like to stress them chicks<br>Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks<br>I sex them chicks and send them home<br>Corleone is known to be stoned<br>When I bone, I`m rubbered up in case that shit full blown<br>The other night around 8 P.M.<br>Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM<br>Went to the ATM, took a thou` out<br>then later on I had to wild out<br>In the club, knock some coward and his pal out<br>Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out<br>Now I`m thinkin - which chick number I could dial out<br>Cause it`s L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real<br>I got more dimes than that Sprint lady<br>And that`s ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks<br>but I`m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks<br>So eff `em all, when it`s cold I throw the skelly on<br>Illegal chips keep my celly on<br>Mega-ice is what I`m heavy on<br>If it ain`t Cristal boo, I guess it`s Perignon<br>If the na-na`s too tight, I throw some jelly on<br>Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst<br>I`ve been off the scene over three years<br>and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse<br>So all you unsigned cats that want to battle;<br>get a deal first - I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat<br>That attitude - you better get rid of that<br>Wherever you floss is where you gon` get it at<br>What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel<br>Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real<br>L is rap`s most livest cat<br>I`m gettin stacks while you askin people,<br>"Do you want fries with that?"<br>I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced<br>The one police wouldn`t dare chase<br>Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal<br>Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial<br><br>Chorus: Miss Jones<br><br>Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L<br>Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, <br>do you still got it got it? ("It`s so amazin`!")<br>Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L<br>Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know, <br>do you still got it got it? ("It`s so amazin`!")<br><br>[Stan Spit]<br>Stan Spit, yo, uh<br>Yo what the hell y`all can tell Spit? Not shit<br>I did a flick and bounced on L`s shit<br>Well shit, expect me to go platinum<br>That`s the only reason why I`m rappin<br>And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen<br>with no release date, I sell in each state<br>I`m the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak<br>So what I`m a Harlem king, doin my thing<br>My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring<br>After platinum it`s the same thing<br>And niggaz`ll never learn<br>til I pull the steel and make they lover burn<br>You don`t get another turn, game`s over<br>Here`s my flamethrower<br>Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier<br>Wait til I get older - and we won`t stop<br>I thought Mase told ya<br>Nigga Stan he do what he gotta<br>And these haters can`t do me nada<br>Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[A.G.]<br>Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks<br>These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that<br>These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that<br>I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at<br>Now where the brews, and the drugs at?<br>Corrupt cats kept slug hats<br>Asked the feds where the bugs at<br>Puff with the dread, cause I puff black<br>High, til I die, and you can trust that<br>All I wanna know - is the club packed?<br>I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that<br>She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe<br>And them niggaz who owe, give up that<br>Huh, it`s me and Corle`, like Eddie and Nolte<br>Go `head and provoke me<br>Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B<br>Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin<br>y`all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill Clinton<br><br>Chorus 2X