Step to this and get shanked up,
I knocked out so many teeth, the tooth fairy went bankrupt.
L is the rebel type, I’m rough as a metal pipe,
Fuck a Benz, cause I can pull skins on a pedal bike.
Some girls barely speak, but always askin’ for a dollar.
Player haters be givin’ me harsh looks,
But I’m tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks.
I’m gettin’ stacks while you askin’ people, ‘Do you want some fries with that?’
I got the wild style, always been a foul child,
My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go pow-pow.
I’m on some satanic shit, strictly.
Little kids be wakin up cryin, yellin,
‘Mommy, Big L is comin to get me!’
I’m so def, I need a hearing aid with an equalizer.
My style is strong like hard lumber;
Cute chicks get the dick,
Ugly bitches get the wrong number.
If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz,
And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey.
If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass,
And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.
I’m a street genius with a unique penis,
Got fly chicks on my dick that don’t even speak English.