Fall Back lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : Fall Back



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[L] Yeah, check this shit out
[K] Kool G. Rap
and my dog Big L
[K] Holdin it di-down, ya
heard?

[Big L]
Aiyyo; I heard your
single, you better make a whole new song
If
they said that shit is hot then they told you
wrong
Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at
all
Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all
I
make moves and boss all across the world
so
don't be upset if I toss your girl
I got
cheddar to blow, pockets never get low
Bitches
sweat me wherever I go
I cruise in a GS Lex',
Cartier specs
Nautica sweats with the fresh
Gortex
Jewels with baguettes, swingin like the
Mets
Throwin the dice and takin all size
bets
Never bummy; sip rummy, get money
When
I hit honies you felt the dick in her tummy
On
the le-low I see dough from here to
Rio
Flamboyant Records, C to the E-O -
what?

Chorus: Kool G. Rap

Yo - all
of y'all weak people fall back
G. Rap and Big
L, we all that
Goin back to back where they
brawl at
Swing and walk with tall
bats
Leavin big holes with small gats
Have
'em all fallin where the wall at
All of y'all
weak people fall back
G. Rap and Big L, we all
that
Goin back to back where they brawl
at
Swing and walk with tall bats
Leavin big
holes with small gats
Have 'em all fallin where
the wall at

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo, from the
spot to the cellblocks
Hot as hell blocks
where shells pop
Where they sell rock to cop
the SL drop
Hood bitches in nail shops; no
good snitches that tell cops
People find
bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots
Niggaz
turn stale on the Rock until they bail
drop
New York livin, got a nigga four-fifth
limpin
Send you as a gift to the
mortician
if you forfeit livin - my fortune is
forbidden
I say it one time before
spittin
then I leave your forehead
drippin
I laid low then came back for more
bread grippin
More thread flippin
More head
from chickens, it's time to turn the ape
loose
Bust out the cage and let the gauge
loose
Blow the feathers out of your Nordface
goose
It's G. Rap comin back with a click of
brave troops
Have y'all niggaz runnin for
homebase like Babe Ruth
Have you holdin holes
in your body like you play flute
Lay you down
til you get found up in the sprayed
Coupe
Prepare for the takeover - give you the
face makeover
the seedier row and sheet draped
over
Be found on the block with the street
taped over
or comin out of deep coma, your
speech made slower
Corona Queens shakedown;
I'm comin with the nickel-plate pound
to trade
rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the
unsafe town
Lacin it down, black guerilla fams
kid we takin the crown
ya heard?

Chorus
2X

[Kool G. Rap]
Yo Kool G. Rap, holdin
it down with the hazardous Big L
Knahmean?
{*echoes*}