Let ’Em Have It “L” Songtext
von Big L
Let ’Em Have It “L” Songtext
Settin′ it off lettin' it off (whatever) (Let ′em have it L) What?
(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (Let 'em have it)
A-yo I′m serious, I′m not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other write rhymes like these
I'm cool as a light breeze, I′m playin' rappers out like striped Lees
I′m smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ
You sayin' L′s this and L's that: get off L dick
I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325is
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now he′s in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo I′m the brother that you never even thought of beatin'
Black white or Puerto Rican, I′m gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
It's all about me, yo it′s a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
One two one two crews I run through
Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause I′m a MC assassinator
I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
I'm naughty and stop callin′ me shorty my name′s L
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
MC's be talkin′ about breakin' jaws when they couldn′t break a promise
With Big L you can't swing long
So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song
The Big L′s back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map
Wassup cause I′m a stiggy star
Breakin′ 'em up and then takin′ they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart
I′m undefeated that's the stone truth
Cause battlin′ me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast
He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
I make a lot of dough, I′m quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!
When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy
Cause I′m a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L:
A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner
Doin' something they ain′t
Got no business doin'
I gotta say what′s up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I′m sayin'?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B
You didn′t even let me say what′s up to my hoes, B
Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man
Word up let′s go see our P.O
(Give it to 'em L) Yeah (Let 'em have it)
A-yo I′m serious, I′m not the type to joke a lot
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
No other write rhymes like these
I'm cool as a light breeze, I′m playin' rappers out like striped Lees
I′m smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ
You sayin' L′s this and L's that: get off L dick
I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
And we do drivebys in 325is
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Now he′s in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
So you better leave L alone
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Yo I′m the brother that you never even thought of beatin'
Black white or Puerto Rican, I′m gonna slaughter each and
Every crab MC that runs up
When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
It's all about me, yo it′s a B. I. G. L thing
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
One two one two crews I run through
Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu
Cause I′m a MC assassinator
I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator
Step to this and get shanked up
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
I'm naughty and stop callin′ me shorty my name′s L
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
MC's be talkin′ about breakin' jaws when they couldn′t break a promise
With Big L you can't swing long
So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song
The Big L′s back to attack with a phat rap
Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map
Wassup cause I′m a stiggy star
Breakin′ 'em up and then takin′ they heart
You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart
I′m undefeated that's the stone truth
Cause battlin′ me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide
A punk brother died cause he tried
To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast
He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
I make a lot of dough, I′m quick to spot a foe
Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!
When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy
Cause I′m a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L:
A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner
Doin' something they ain′t
Got no business doin'
I gotta say what′s up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I′m sayin'?
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B
You didn′t even let me say what′s up to my hoes, B
Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man
Word up let′s go see our P.O
Writer(s): Lamont Coleman, Craig Boogie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
