Still Here Lyrics

Still Here lyrics

f/ C-Town







[C-Town]



I be a Harlem World party pleaser



You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin a Bacardi Breezer



That's where I rest at, killin tracks is what I'm best at



Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that



I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on



Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on



TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on



It ain't all about me, I'm tryin to put my team on



Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on



You think you can do it like this?Dream on



I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain



Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame







[Big L]



Yo; you know the game plan



C-Town, that's my main man



We never bring luggage, we go shoppin when the plane lands



Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan



Everything I rock is name brand



L'll make ya dame swallow



Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow



While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle



Takin midget sips, I run with the richest clicks



Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits



You know nuttin about L, so don't doubt L



What's this motherfuckin rap game without L?



Yo, that's like jewels without ice



That's like china without rice



or the Holy Bible without Christ



or the Bulls without Mike



or crackheads without pipes



The Village without dykes



or hockey games without fights



Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit



Flamboyant is the label I'm with







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



[Big L] Ha ha, youse a funny nigga



 [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..



 [O.C.] Play this {yeah y'all..



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



 [????] My nigga Big L! {yeah y'all..







[Big L]



I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke hoe



You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough



I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo



I pack a fo'-fo', platinum ro-ro



Anti-homo, that's a no-no so fuck po'-po'



I push the seven-fo'-oh and not the Volvo



C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo



Chips from here to Acapulco



While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads



I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds







[C-Town]



I stay sweatin out a bitch perm



I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm



I take all the dough my chicks earn



I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn



{A "Hoodlum" like Fishburne



Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli



You see me on MTV and Rap City



Keep frontin, I'ma step out, mask on with the tec out



Squeeze shots and make you check out







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here



.. {yeah y'all..



[Primo] Big L!







[Big L]



My underground niggaz, y'all can shine with me



Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me



Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me



that's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be







[C-Town]



I be that young teen with DUMB cream



I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam



All you niggaz better come clean, before my gun scream



Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team



Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came with



I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it



Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait



And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape



They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound



Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B. Brown



I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands



Got nuttin but love for all my ghetto fans



On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut



The "Danger Zone" is where pies get cut, where all the guys get
stuck



Try to front we gon' size you up



Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut







[Big L]



Aiyyo, gats we bust (backs we crush)



Only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch)



And we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus)



cause half of you niggaz that's rappin now (is wack to us)







{*DJ scratches*



[Primo] Big L!



[Monch] Y'all know the name



[Primo] He's still here







	Y'all thought this was over with?



	This ain't over with..