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Текст (слова) песни: Big L - We Got This 12"

[A.G.] We here, I`m here. Big L here. I`m here. We representin DITC.
So you know we gotta come take it on some DITC shit.
[Big L] Hey hold up, hold up, hold up
[A.G.] The crew aint here but we always represent for the crew
[Big L] Hey hold up, before we get into this next shit.
Y`all know the chorus to this shit or what right
I know y`all know the chorus to this shit, right
[A.G.] Most these rap cats
[Big L] Don`t know where it started, where it came from
We been reppin this shit
[both] since Day One
Diggin In The Crates originators
Why niggas playa hate us
knowin damn well they can`t fade us
[Big L] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[both] Like that y`all
[Big L] I`ma change my verse up, fuck that.
I`ma kick the `99 version of this shit.
Check it out. Let y`all know I ain`t to be fucked with.
Check it out.
[A.G.] My nigga Big L

{Big L}
My whole clique thievin
The wolves out because it`s sic season
This ain`t the time to have your wrists freezin
I might throw the big gat
To your six pack
Click clack
Let me git that
Make it quick black
Fuck the chit chat
Why y`all test
Knowin these hot slugs will fry y`all flesh
Taxin faggots like the I-R-S
I used to front
But never really rich
You silly bitch
Push willy whips
Like the white Volva
Front on Carleone, ya life`s over
I bough my main girl an ice shoka
Catch her cheatin and I might smoke her
I make the right words blend
Pimp these hoes like I`m Iceberg Slim
And if I go to jail I might serve ten
Clowns I disrespect
Throw this gun in they face, make `em kiss the tek
Then I snatch the ice off they wrists and neck
You better not budge when I point the semi at you
What`s that? A karat in ya ear, then
Gimme that too
Shit, I`m takin it all
I`m not leavin a cent
When everything out yo pockets faggot
Even the lint
You know the game plan
AG, 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
Everytihng I rock is name brand
Element, 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`s sips
I run with the richest cliques
Fuck the thickest chicks
Plus drop the sickest hits
You know nuthin about L
So don`t doubt L
What this motherfucking rap game without L
Yeah, that`s like Jews 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 game without fines

AZ: (Day One chorus, fade out)

 

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