Big L feat. O.C. & Stan Spit Nigga Please Lyrics

L Corleone Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Stretch and Bobbito Show '95
  • 2 Don't Sleep
  • 3 Hell Up in Harlem
  • 4 Harlem Nights
  • 5 American Dream
  • 6 Nigga Please
  • 7 Devil Son
  • 8 Furious Anger
  • 9 Ebonics
  • 10 Queens Most
  • 11 Danger Sequel
  • [Stan Spit]
    (Hey yo, hey yo)
    You would scream too if you know what I did last summer
    Came through frontin' in the glass hummer
    No shirt mad ice screaming fuck is this nice
    Shit spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife
    Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L
    So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L
    This time its platinum and it ain't hard to tell
    Yo a lotta niggas got on fuckin wit L
    Those niggas slippin 'Gruff tell me if I'm slippin
    Cause I'm quick to load the clip and let the slugs start rippin
    Your flesh and your soul gettin torn apart
    Shit my ice so bright that it glow in the dark
    And to the cat who killed L, up north he won't live
    I want his ass cut from his ears to his ribs
    Cut his fingers off and send the pieces to his kids
    Harlem World Danger Zone thats just the way shit is
    .22's .45's and .357's, two .38's and four Mac .11s
    138 and yo 'Gruff I'm dumb crazy
    Rather pull the trigger than fight I'm dumb lazy
    Talkin out your mouth'll get you buried down south
    Me 'n L got the range so you know what we about
    Hey yo, watch what you say for I watch where you lay
    Cause sooner or later my Glock got to spray
    And guns, are meant to bust
    Thats what I truly resent and us inventors, shit not us
    We put 'em in the ghetto and we put 'em to the test
    Matter fact nigga we put 'em through your vest
    Send a message to the presindent tell 'em we shady still
    Still cop guns despite the Brady bill
    And as far as guns go I'mma let my guns blow
    Should they ban guns the answers hell no

    [McGruff]
    Nigga Please, fuck talk let the trigger squeeze
    Nigga Please, fuck a nigga go to Beleize
    Nigga Please, my desert E's kill like disease
    ?Dont let a nigga breathe...?
    Harlem backbone pack crome
    139 Lennox ave. thats home
    Crack domes, well to all my niggas thats gone
    Kerry, Nate the Skate, Reggy White, L Corleone
    We still the dangerzone
    Where no man can withstand to hold his own
    Nigga Please, know when you home alone
    Shoot through your peephole blow out your chromosones
    Nigga Please, 'Gruff kill niggas for real
    And I kill you right know, but these niggas gon' squeal
    Nigga Please, squirts slugs that hurt thugs
    Rap's secondary, murder's my first love
    Nigga Please, always get the last laugh
    Stash math anything in my path smash
    'Bout fast cash niggas be splittin shit half-half
    Staff laugh puttin up them gats and masks (nigga please)

    [Big L]
    Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks
    Impress them chicks
    Spend money to dress them chicks
    I sex them chicks and send 'em home
    Corleone is know to be stoned
    When I bone I'm doubled up in case that chick full blown
    The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim
    Jumped out the gray BM, went to the ATM
    Took a thou out, then later on I had to wil' out
    In the club, knocked this coward and his pal out
    Then afterwords went to the restroom pissed cristal out
    Then I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out
    Cause its L, the harlem pimp baby
    For real, I got more dimes than that sprint lady
    And thats ill, player haters be givin me harsh looks
    But I'm tryin to sell records like garth brooks
    So F' 'em all, when its cold I keep the skelly on
    Illegal chips keep my celly on
    Mega ice is what I'm heavy on
    If it ain't cristal boo, I guess its perignon
    If the na-nas too tight, I put some jelly on
    Yo try to tax and watch the nine mil burst
    I've been off the scene for over three years
    And cats is still thirst
    They hear Big L droped a ill verse
    So all you unsigned cats who wanna battle get a deal first
    I sport the bulletproof fitted hat
    That attitude you better get rid of that
    Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
    I stay strapped I go to sleep with my steel
    I'm makin figgas while you broke cats is keepin it real...

    Flamboyant Records baby...

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