Lyrics Let 'Em Have It "L" - Big L
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
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