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Theo Huxtable.

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I be that smooth cat you never see runnin with clowns

one of the few from uptown thats holdin it down/

bitches be on me like im well fare

even rich ones who stay in Bel Air

is this Big L's year? Hell yeah./

word up

I use a chrome gat to push domes back

watch how you talk when you call me Feds got the phone tapped/

this rap game i put my life in it

chain got mega ice in it

push and Infinit, chrome rims, light tinted/

as you can see pal, its all about me now

20g's a show bitch, 3 thou just to freestyle/

I made this cheese

it didnt grow on trees

can you hold some'n? Sure, you can hold on these/

My style is fat like an old cray-on, smooth as ray-on

L is what the ladies stay-on, baby play on/

I stay jewel-ed up

Pockets swelled up

from banks I held up

plenty bitch-ass niggas Big L stuck/

I never catch cold feet when I hold heat

we roll deep in a triple black dark tinted old jeep/

I'll catch a fag 3 oclock in the m'one

on the block all alone

and put the Glock to his dome/

and tell him 'give it up quick you nitwit, dont try to

get slick, or i'mma let this 4-5th spit and leave yo

shit split,

-prick-/

it aint nothin decent about me

a true thug for real, you can ask the precinct about me/

a rap junkie

dont try to play me like a flunkie

jewels be chunky

pockets lumpy

attitude grumpy/

and mad niggas be frontin alot

poppin mad shit, tryin to be some'n they not/

your faggot ass better stick to dancin, dont even look at me

i might break your jaw just for glancin

im sick like Manson/

In nine seven Harlem kids is blowin

and we dont trip we'll let a bitch starve till her ribs are showin.

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Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich

I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks

And I'm all about expandin my chips

You mad cause I was in the van with your bitch

with both hands on her tits

Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart

I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp

A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park

Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark

Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin

You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin

I fuck around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest

I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best

I stopped hangin around y'all, cause niggaz like you

be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop

Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked

or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock

I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you

Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you

Fuckin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you

You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you

You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shit

Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick

And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up

Put your jewels up, no fuck it put your honey up

Put your raggedy house up nigga, or shut your mouth up

before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread

And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head

My game is, vicious and cool

Fuckin chicks is a rule

If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool

How come, you can listen to my first album

and tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from?

(YEAH!) So what you actin for?

You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more

Somebody tell this nigga sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw

You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men

I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten

Have y'all niggaz like, "Damnit this nigga done done it again"

I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops

I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks

I'm makin wonderful figures

I don't fuck with none of you niggaz

I might pull out this gun on your niggaz

and rob every last one of you niggaz

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NIGGERS ARE IN CLOSE PROXIMITY TO MY FACE

ALMOST EVERY DAY

THEY CONTINUE TO POSE NUMEROUS QUESTIONS, IN REGARDS TO MY PLACE OF RESIDENCE, LIKE "JOC, WHERE DO YOU STAY?"

I TELL THEM COLLEGE PARK, GEORGIA, A SUBURB OF ATLANTA, WHERE THEY REMOVE THE ROOF OF CARS

I EAT 20,000 DOLLARS WORTH OF EXPENSIVE, LAVISH CUISINES AND ALSO SPEND THE SAME AMOUNT ON ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES AT THE BAR

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MEET ME IN THE VICINITY OF PLACES WHERE DRUG DEALS ARE CARRIED OUT; WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT

MEET ME IN THE SHOPPING CENTERS, SPECIFICALLY THE FOODCOURT IN FRONT OF THE STARBUCKS, I WILL BE THE ONE WITH THE MOCHA LATTEE; WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT

MEET ME IN THE DANCE CLUBBING VENUE, WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT

ANYWHERE YOU PLAN ON MEETING ME, IT'S GUARANTEED WE WILL BE ENGAGED IN PHYSICAL COMBAT

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It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels

Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth

make me put that tool to use

these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf

Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end

Lambos to ferraris to the beamers to the benz

If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will

only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs

Hat low its not a weak link in my squad

I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God

As far as rappers I'm thinkin theyre frauds

call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard

For once trust me you don't wanna start problems

the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem

So if you on the block wit only a few grams man

then you a bird nigga, Tucan Sam

And any beat ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that

Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that

Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me

I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?

Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line

cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine

If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline

You ain't the best, what memo got sent?

if you got dogs what kennel they in?

So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint

then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin

Aint no type guts wit you

you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you

Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts

I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga

big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me nigga

auto or semi nigga, dump it till it's empty nigga

they don't even want you in New York, you like Penny nigga

Check the time it's around that hour

lil niggaz they ain't around that powder

They ain't super or luigi or Mario, ain't found that power

plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower

Cowards, know the toys bust loco

they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo

And yea that 5 slide and clock

im the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box

Dont want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all

I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw

You don't move white you lyin dogg

that's a neverending story without the white flying dog

These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread

they in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red

And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin

I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching

:$: :$: :$: :$: :$:

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Young Joc might as well just be a white kid of his same age rapping if he's going to advertise that hes from the suburbs and has his 'niggas' meet him in the mall, cause its 'goin down'. Fuck outta here. This new shit isnt hip hop, its fucking pop hop. A real MC would tear his face off and eat that shit right in front of him, the young nigga couldnt blink because there would be no more eyelids. Just tendons and facial muscles exposed with two eyeballs popping out with his lip less mouth screaming.

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YOU MUST NOT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THE ATL. COLLEGE PARK IS AN ATLANTA "SUBURB' date='" BUT NOT A NICE FRIENDLY ONE. FOR EXAMPLE, COMPTON IS A SUBURB OF LOS ANGELES. TRUE STORY.[/quote']

 

 

Hell, I thought he was always from College Park, Maryland.

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if youre from the south,youre gettin signed,hell,big gipp has a jam of the week!!!the fact that anybody feels jeezy is sad, being from atlanta is pretty much all you need to get put on.mtv and big record companies raped what good shit the south did have.before co-opping it,and watering it all down until the next thing comes along just like they always do.mtv killed music.who the fuck wants to see these ugly ass dudes sing their shitty song anyway? and what the fuck is up with carol mart? is that where these dicks get signed??

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Can't be finished, what nigga I beg ya pard'

I just let niggaz get a head start

I walk to the finish, y'all spread out chase

Nah spint out pace, and I'll still win the race

See I'm joggin

Other niggaz legs starts wobblin, when opportunity is start knockin

You got the crown, pass off like Stockton

It's time to work, I'm offically clocked in

He is a problem, weavin and bobbin'

Through the speculation that his label tried to drop him

I can't leave, even though it's big options

Kev only signed me, to keep this shit rockin'

Don't ask me how I'm doin, I been better

Stuck in cold Feburary, with a thin sweater

I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter

It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta

Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me

I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit

They don't use to ink like me

Niggaz don't even think like me

Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'

Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I washed in

WAIT, start again, it's a privilege to breath the same air that I farted in

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