[Big L]    Yea yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment (no doubt)       Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks    Impress them chicks, spend money to dress them chicks    I sex them chicks and send them home    Corleone is known to be stoned    When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown    The other night around 8 P.M.    Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the gray BM    Went to the ATM, took a thou' out    then later on I had to wild out    In the club, knock some coward and his pal out    Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out    Now I'm thinkin - which chick number I could dial out    Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real    I got more dimes than that Sprint lady    And that's ill, playa haters be givin me harsh looks    but I'm tryin to sell records like Garth Brooks    So eff 'em all, when it's cold I throw 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 it's Perignon    If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on    Yo try to tax and watch the nine mill burst    I've been off the scene over three years    and cats is still thirst - to hear Big L drop an ill verse    So all you unsigned cats that want to 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    What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel    Makin figures while you broke cats keepin it real    L is rap's most livest cat    I'm gettin stacks while you askin people,    "Do you want fries with that?"    I rob bags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced    The one police wouldn't dare chase    Keep my gear laced - do I walk around without papes? No way pal    Wword up - my money longer than the OJ trial       Chorus: Miss Jones       Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L    Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,    do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")    Yeah yeah yeah.. Harlem world keep holdin it down, for Big L    Nigga long overdue - niggaz wanna know,    do you still got it got it? ("It's so amazin'!")       [Stan Spit]    Stan Spit, yo, uh    Yo what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit    I did a flick and bounced on L's shit    Well shit, expect me to go platinum    That's the only reason why I'm rappin    And since L passed, niggaz expect me to make it happen    with no release date, I sell in each state    I'm the type to drive to Philly, for a cheesesteak    So what I'm a Harlem king, doin my thing    My name ring - chains and dames what the fame bring    After platinum it's the same thing    And niggaz'll never learn    til I pull the steel and make they lover burn    You don't get another turn, game's over    Here's my flamethrower    Rearrange your Rover, Harlem soldier    Wait til I get older - and we won't stop    I thought Mase told ya    Nigga Stan he do what he gotta    And these haters can't do me nada    Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada       Chorus       [A.G.]    Yo, yo move the fuck, A bring the heat, when I touch tracks    These niggaz beef then wanna chill? Fuck that    These rap niggaz with the mills, we deduct that    I asked all my ghetto cats, where my love at    Now where the brews, and the drugs at?    Corrupt cats kept slug hats    Asked the feds where the bugs at    Puff with the dread, cause I puff black    High, til I die, and you can trust that    All I wanna know - is the club packed?    I see the haters sweatin shorty, but I dug that    She put my nutsac, back where her lungs at - little hoe    And them niggaz who owe, give up that    Huh, it's me and Corle', like Eddie and OT    Go 'head and provoke me    Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope B    Still "Diggin", still livin, still givin    y'all the ill written, still fuckin like Bill Clinton       Chorus 2X       [A.G.] Big L..