Still Here lyrics

Artist  : Big L 
Song : Still Here



 Send "Still Here" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ C-Town







[C-Town]



I be a Harlem World party pleaser



You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi
Breezer



That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm
best at



Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that



I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I
can scheme on



Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream
on



TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on



It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team
on



Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics
I fiend on



You think you can do it like this?Dream on



I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain



Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of
fame







[Big L]



Yo; you know the game plan



C-Town, that's my main man



We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the
plane lands



Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane
fan



Everything I rock is name brand



L'll make ya dame swallow



Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow



While you front in clubs for hours with the same
bottle



Takin midget sips, I run with the richest
clicks



Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest
hits



You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L



What's this motherfuckin rap game without L?



Yo, that's like jewels without ice



That's like china without rice



or the Holy Bible without Christ



or the Bulls without Mike



or crackheads without pipes



The Village without dykes



or hockey games without fights



Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit



Flamboyant is the label I'm with







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



[Big L] Ha ha, youse a funny nigga



 [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..



 [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



 [????] My nigga Big L! {yeah y'all..







[Big L]



I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your
broke hoe



You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got
no dough



I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo



I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro



Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po'



I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo



C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on
dolo



Chips from here to Acapulco



While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads



I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds







[C-Town]



I stay sweatin out a bitch perm



I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits
firm



I take all the dough my chicks earn



I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn



{A "Hoodlum" like Fishburne



Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli



You see me on MTV and Rap City



Keep frontin, I'ma step out, mask on with the tec
out



Squeeze shots and make you check out







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



.. {yeah y'all..



[Primo] Big L!







[Big L]



My underground niggaz, y'all can shine with me



Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with
me



Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with
me



that's fine with me, that's how it was designed
to be







[C-Town]



I be that young teen with DUMB cream



I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like
the sunbeam



All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun
scream



Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team



Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came
with



I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame
it



Push a blue eight, got props from here to
Kuwait



And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L
new tape



They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a
rebound



Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B.
Brown



I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or
Meadowlands



Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans



On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut



The "Danger Zone" is where pies get
cut, where all the guys get stuck



Try to front we gon' size you up



Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five
in your gut







[Big L]



Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)



Only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we
clutch)



And we need plaques to touch (that say platinum
plus)



cause half of you niggaz that's rappin now (is
wack to us)







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here







	Y'all thought this was over with?



	This ain't over with..