All Black Lyrics

All Black lyrics

[Big L]
Yo once again it's the Big L, that kid who got much props
from
killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
So don't step to this,
cause I got a live crew
You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo'
size too
I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
This ain't Cali,
it's Harlem nigga we do walkbys
No one can match me, tax me or wax me
If
you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
Cause on the shelf is where
your LP cold stood
Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go
wood
I'm not the type to take sluts, I just fuck they guts out
Get my
nuts out, break the fuck out
Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
Cause if
Big L got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
Once a nigga tried to
stick me for six G's
and I put more holes in his ass than swiss
cheese
Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X)
(Ducks better scat when the gat goes
click-clack)
Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black
[Big L]
I
steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
or catch a buck shot
to your domepiece
I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
Ducks be
gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
I'm catchin bodies like a
villain's supposed to
And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggaz but hoes
too
So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand test-es
Fuck around,
I'll introduce you to your ancestors
Step to this, and get left with a face
full of tears pull
but man you've been rappin for years now
and ain't
make a hit yet, your flock better split set
In the shower's the only time
you get your dick wet
I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely
bruised
I'm puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News
I was a gangsta from
the git-go
Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe
Chorus
2X
[Big L]
Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed
beasts
And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
No dame can
give me a bad name, I got mad fame
I'm quick to put a slug in a fag
brain
I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
And if I catch AIDS,
then I'ma start rapin bitches
I'm all about makin papes kid
I killed my
mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
My old man in the past,
stuck me up without a mask
Then his ass cold dashed with my cash
fast
Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day
knocked on his
door and shot his granny through the peephole
That's the type of shit I'm
on, word is bond
Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early
morn'
You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Harlem pal
It's
Big L, the motherfuckin Problem Child
Chorus 2X
[Big L]
This goes out
to all y'all bitch-ass niggaz
So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral,
don't FUCK with me
Cause I know a good way to get your family
together
and I ain't talkin bout a reunion motherfucker
Yo, I'm bout to
sign out, but before I go
I gotta say peace to the NFL crew, you know who
you are
And all y'all niggaz talkin that gun shit
and won't bust a rhyme,
stop fakin the funk!
Word, I'm bout to get up out of here
Yo I'm out B, yo
peace man
I gotta get this money
So all y'all niggaz on my hitlist get
your suits ready
Hahahaha!