Текст песни Tru Master - Big L
Yo
while
we
hold
gats,
we
hold
knives
And
when
you
sold
8′s,
we
sold
pies
You
rode
bikes,
we
drove
5's
There′s
no
comparison
son,
just
embarrasing
Im
runnin
wit
some
of
da
baddest
men
in
the
whole
New
York
We
hold
the
fort
while
you
crap
cats
is
holdin
tips
Playa
hatin,
pushin
stolen
whips
We
at
da
dice
game
rollin
trips,
out
of
town
throwin
bricks
Takin
ova,
cookin
up
coke
wit
baking
soda
I
buy
hot
jewels
and
ice
it
down,
while
u
go
to
da
jewelry
wit
short
doe
tryina
bring
da
prices
down
You
betta
spead
wit
them
30
dollar
kicks
on
Or
get
whipped
on,
knocked
out
cold,
and
pissed
on
L
is
a
heavyweighter
wit
steady
paper
You
da
type
to
go
to
jail
for
a
petty
caper
Then
come
home
on
good
behavior
Talkin
bout
u
no
loner
hard
now
cuz
u
a
man
of
god
now
Yo
its
amazin,
L
is
blazin
always
been
Before
i
put
da
braids
in,
i
use
to
let
the
waves
spin
What
u
be
sayin
dont
impress
me
at
all
And
them
chicks
u
be
jayin
dont
be
sexy
at
all
Word
life,
everything
that
i
recite
stand
out
Go
head
and
front
so
i
can
try
this
right
hand
out
Across
yo
jaw,
L
neva
lost
a
war
No
respect
for
them
cowards
who
enforce
tha
law
You
got
sumthin
to
say,
then
cough
it
out
Cuz
cowards
be
wantin
beef,
but
when
u
pulled
out
the
heat
They
ready
to
talk
it
out
What
is
there
to
talk
about,
u
was
just
frontin,
Aint
that
sumthin,
i
should
start
bussin
anaway
And
put
one
of
u
punks
in
da
ground
Ya'll
cowards
be
killin
me
wit
ya'll
faces
frown,
jumpin
around
Like
u
scared
of
L,
not
even,
cuz
im
a
thug
until
i
stop
breathin
Plus
im
runnin
with
a
smooth
ass
crew,
that′ll
shoot
at
u
U
wanna
knuckle
up,
whateva
we
can
do
that
too
Ya′ll
fellas
like
to
stress
them
chicks,
impress
them
chicks
Spend
money
to
dress
them
chicks,
i
sex
them
chicks
Then
send
them
home,
corleone
is
known
to
be
stoned
When
i
bone,
i
rubber
duck
in
case
that
chick
full
blown
The
other
night
around
8pm,
pockets
crazy
slim
Jumped
out
the
gray
bm,
went
to
the
atm
Took
a
file
out,
later
on
i
had
to
wild
out
In
da
club
knock
some
coward
and
his
pal
out,
Then
afterwards,
went
to
the
bathroom,
pissed
crystale
out
Now
im
thinkin
what
chick
number
i
can
dial
out
Cuz
its
L,
the
harlem
pimp
baby,
for
real
I
got
more
dimes
then
that
sprint
lady,
and
thats
ill
Playa
haters
be
givin
me
harsh
looks,
but
im
tryina
sell
records
like
goff
brooks
So
f
em
all,
when
its
cold
i
throw
the
skelly
on
Illegal
chips,
keep
my
celly
on,
mega
ice
is
what
im
heavy
on
If
it
aint
crystale
boo,
i
guess
its
perryon
If
the
nana's
too
tight,
i
throw
some
jelly
on
Yo
try
to
tax
and
watch
the
9 mil
burst
I′ve
been
off
the
scene
for
3 years,
cats
is
still
thirst
They
hear
Big
L
drop
an
ill
verse,
so
all
you
unsigned
cats
that
wanna
battle
get
a
deal
first
I
sport
da
bulletproof,
fitted-hat,
that
attitude
you
betta
get
rid
of
that
Whereava
u
floss
is
where
u
gon
get
it
at
What,
i
stay
strapped,
i
go
to
sleep
wit
my
steel
Makin
figures
while
u
broke
cats
keepin
it
real
L
is
raps
most
livest
cat,
im
gettin
stacks
while
u
askin
people
"do
u
want
fries
with
that"
I
rob
fags
in
da
staircase,
no
mask,
bare
face
The
one
police
wouldn't
dare
chase,
keep
my
gear
laced
Do
I
walk
around
without
papes?
No
way
pal
Word
up,
my
money
loner
than
the
OJ
trial
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