Big L (rapper)

Lamont Coleman better known as Big L, was an American rap artist.

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• L is the rebel type, I'm rougha than a metal pipe, fuck a Benz, cuz I could pull skinz on a pedal bike
• MCs get braggin' about cash they collect, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, cuz they ain't seen no money yet.
• Cuz phony faggots I froze, it's a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
  • "Represent", Showbiz & A.G., Runaway Slave (1992)

• I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well writ, you sayin' L's this and L's that, get off L dick.
  • "Let 'Em Have It", Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous (1995)

• I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked- Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke"
  • "Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous (1995)

• I smash mics like cornbread/you can't kill me I was born dead
  • "Put It On", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous (1995)

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• The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it/ Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like reverend swaggart/ Big L's the nigga that crime follows/ I'm hittin fine models/ And stabbin punks with broken wine bottles/ I beat chumps till they head splits/ Then break em like breadsticks/ I sex chicks/ I'd even fuck a dead bitch/ Always sprayin tecs because I be stayin vexed/ Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin threats/ I jumped out the lincoln/ Left him stinkin/ Put his brains on the street/ Now you can see what he was just thinkin (Danger Zone)
• I'm takin lives for a great price/ I'm the type to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ
• A Tec-9 is my utensil/ Fillin' niggas with so much lead they could use they dicks as a pencil
• I ran up on a nigga named Mac in a black Ac, put the gat to his cap, click clack, sorry jack but get up outta that
• They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye (No Endz, No Skinz)
• I got styles you can't copy bitch, its the triple six/ In the mix, straight from H-E-double hockey sticks/ Every Sun-day a nun lay from my gun spray/ Fuck Carlito we doin shit the Devil's son's way/ Every minute my style switches up/ They say a real man wont hit a girl then I aint real 'cos I beat bitches up (Danger Zone)
• I'm makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks/ Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch
• I'm makin ducks shed much tears, I buck queers/ I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares (Da Graveyard)
• I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches/ Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
• I'm known for yokin jacks and beatin em wit smokin gats/ Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
• I ain't looking nothing like ya poppa, I wouldn't give a chick ten cents to put cheese on a Whopper (MVP)
• Ayo my crew be deliverin hot lead when gats I clench, rappers I jack and lynch, nobody could fuck with the way I be killing up shit in rap events, Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet, I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate, My rap style is passed great, I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake.
• 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 followed you/ You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
• I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my techniques great/ And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
• 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 nothin' +butt head+ ('98 Freestyle)
• My style is harder than strong lumba, cute chicks get the dick, ugly bitches get the wrong numba
• I ran through every bitch in my path, I been fuckin' chicks in the ass since I was six and a half
• Old folks get mugged and raided/Crimes are drug related/And we live by the street rules that thugs created
• Clowns get smoked, about a thousand folks are selling pounds of coke/Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
• I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon/I'm quick to blast a goon/And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
• Run, and get your brain pinched. Big L 'l have your whole gang lynched, I started smokin' angel dust when i was twelve and been insane since.
• Tracks I'm known to roast/Until the microphone is ghost/Props I own the most/I'm leaving niggaz comatose
• All through high school I had braids/I kept mad blades/Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
• I probably got your mommy strung/Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung/My clan plans to get Guillianni hung
• Never had a gassed head/Got loot cause I stash bread/Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot ass half-dead
• I stomp white cops till they life stops, for a low price hobbs, cause my blood is colder than an ice box.
• And every time a mack eleven bucks/I'm killing at least seven ducks/I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
• The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight/All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right/So we can never be a couple hun/Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
• My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate/I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
• He didn't listen to what I was speakin/He started reaching/So I left him sleepin with his temple leaking
• What's this muthafuckin 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
• Make sure my mic is loud and my production is tight/betta watch me round your girl if you ain't fuckin her right
• everywhere that i go brothers know my fucking name/ im flooring niggas and i only weigh a buck and change
• Breakin' in cribs with a crow bar/I wasn't 'poor', I was po', I couldn't afford the 'o-r'
• 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
• My game is, vicious and cool,Fuckin chicks is a rule,If my girl think I'm loyal then that bitch is a fool
• 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'
• Suprise niggas like a blind date, L rhyme great,And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake
• So pal back up a bit, give me elbow space,I represent Harlem World, not Melrose Place
• I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out,Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
• Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight,Plus I fucked your little sister and that pussy was right,That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers,You fuckin' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
• I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug,That's quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
• Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off,Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph
• You lame-ass nigga,No dough, always on the train-ass nigga,Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga,You got fucked upstate, ya cupcake,How many dicks can your butt take?
• I ran through every bitch in my path,I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
• I hear a lot of bitch in your talk,See a lot of switch in your walk,Only thugs get rich in New York
• Big L be lightin' niggas like incense,Gettin' men lynched to win tits,I'm killin' infants for ten cents
• Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis,Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English
• I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches,I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose
• A tech nine is my utensil,Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil
• I got drug spots from New York to Canada,Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor
• In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin,You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then,L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat,Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette
• And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers,No more iron horses cause I'm buying Porsches
• My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully,Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle PelleF
• I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find,My silk-boxers in your mommy's hamper
• And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick,I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick"
• you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks,L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks
• Big L being a virgin, thats idiotic, cause if L got the aids every cuttie in the city got it
• And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie,I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
• Nobody can take nuttin from Big L but a loss chief,The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth,I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie,Got more cash than Gotti (you don't know?) you betta ask somebody
• Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover,A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
• I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz.and get endz and commit sins with sick friends.Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter,You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
• And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach,I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
• I'm puttin' chumps to rest fast when my Smiff Wess blast/ so just dash or tresspass and get your chest smashed
• I roll with live guys, and we do drive bys, in 325Is.
• Yo I'll admit I'm a sucka, a low down dirty sneaky double crossin' connivin' mothafucka
• I'm known for snatchin purses, and bombin churches / i get more pussy by accident then most niggaz get on purpose
• Big L be lightin niggaz like incense, just to get tits, doin tenths, and killin infants for ten cents
• Rhymes I create knock out your gold tooth, battling me is like fighting a gorilla in a phone booth
• The way your wife see me she don't know how to act, so don't be mad when i blow out her back
• Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history

Requiescat In Pace

• "Keep on lovin' Big L cause Big L love y'all. We gonna keep making hot music. The next album I'm gonna make is gonna be a classic. I'm not saying it just to blow my own horn or whatever. There's a difference between confidence and being cocky, and I'm real confident because I know what I'm capable of. It's gonna be crazy." (The last words he ever publicly spoke)
• 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

• M C's get taught a lesson /when the mic is in my possession/rap's my profession/L is nice, no question/its a fact that im geared/it shouldnt be wierd/that im feared/cause my raps are rougher than a nappy beard
• everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L

shorties hittin me with eye winks as i buy drinks