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Текст (слова) песни: Big L - Size em Up



Hey yo, the streets love me, man

And I love the streets

So I know ya aint think I was comin with some fruitcake shit

Ya know me better than that

Ayo, I shoulda been out

Im deadly when I pull the pin out

Keep frontin, ima try yo chin out

I knocked a lot of men out

I left em on the floor spittin phlegm out

Its either that or ima squeeze the gat and pop ten out

You see ? codione? , ice spinnin, jigged out, white linen

And if a bitch dont like me she must like women

Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin

Dont be mad cuz yo careers in the ninth innin

Its over now, nigga, leave the game

Im from the danger zone where emcees get slain

Were thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame

Were niggaz be takin drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip cokey, 48 hours like nick nolte

When I was ot your bitch rode me

First day home I dived in it

Left her thighs dented

Now that bitch be pagin me every five minutes

Emcees I squash and disgrace, its all about the benjis

So why your bills got washingtons face?

A lot of cats be frontin

Made singles wit a fifty on top

L tryin to have the city on lock

Peace to biggie and pac cuz they really were hot

Rap game, heavy hitters, its a shame they no longer wit us

Niggaz wanna be l, ladies wanna see l

If I go to jail youll wear a shirt sayin free l!

What

Word up man, them niggaz is hungry

They ready to bite a nigga arm off

Chorus: repeat (2x)

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?

See, harlem bout to get it, all eyes on us

Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon rise wit us?

And the first cat who act, we gon size em up

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk

See a lot of switch in your walk

Only thugs get rich in new york

Time is runnin out

Niggaz like,l, when you comin out?

Because they sick of all this drag queen shit

Your wifes missin, Im the nigga she was last seen wit

Me and ron hit it up on some tag team shit

A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash

Used to ride greyhounds wit dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass

Crazy beefs got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split

A lot of innocent kids got hit

Harlem world be the place of my borough, believe me son

We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth

Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote

As long as I can rock a crowd ima never be broke

Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard

Now Im icey, I aint gotta say one word, you dumb bird

I push whips while you walk all day

And I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day

Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit

You dont know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, thats it

When I was at the steak house, pullin cake out

You was at some cheap chinese shit gettin take out

How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out

You couldnt get a bitch before you put your tape out

What

Fuckin punks

Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday

Chorus (2x)

Yeah

Flamboyant entertainment

Big l, rondell

You know how we do

One time

Cant forget my partner

Big brother, big lee, holdin it down

The overseer

Flamboyant

 

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