All Black lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : All Black



 Send "All Black" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

[Big L]
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid
who got much props
from killin corrupt cops,
with motherfuckin 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 nigga 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 shit ain't
even go wood
I'm not the type to take sluts, I
just fuck they guts out
Get my nuts out, break
the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that's
idiotic
Cause if Big L got the AIDS every
cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to
stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in
his ass than swiss cheese
Chorus: Big L
(repeat 2X)
(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 niggaz but hoes
too
So don't try to test me, cause I can't
stand test-es
Fuck around, I'll introduce you
to your ancestors
Step to this, and get left
with a face full of tears pull
but man you've
been rappin for years now
and ain't make a hit
yet, your flock better split set
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 motherfuckers on the Daily
News
I was a gangsta from the git-go
Leavin
fags in bodybags with tags on they big
toe
Chorus 2X
[Big L]
Yo ever since I
was young, I ripped mics and I killed
beasts
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
fag brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes
and ditches
And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma
start rapin bitches
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 ass 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 shit 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
motherfuckin Problem Child
Chorus 2X
[Big
L]
This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass
niggaz
So if your mother ain't ready for a
funeral, don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a
good way to get your family together
and I
ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
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 niggaz talkin that gun
shit
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 niggaz on my hitlist
get your suits ready
Hahahaha!