Lyrics Holdin' It Down - Big L
(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.
1 Flamboyant
2 Games
3 The Enemy
4 Deadly Combination
5 Fall Back
6 Platinum Plus
7 The Big Picture (Intro)
8 Ebonics
9 Size 'Em Up
10 Deadly Combination
11 98 Freestyle
12 Holdin' It Down
13 The Heist
14 Fall Back
15 Casualties of a Dice Game
16 Platinum Plus
17 Who You Slidin' Wit'
18 The Enemy
19 Games
20 The Heist Revisited
21 The Triboro
22 The Triboro
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