Big L (rapper)

Lamont Coleman (May 30, 1974 – February 15, 1999), better known as Big L, was an American rap artist.

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• Cuz phony faggots I froze, it's a fact, I flip fast on foes with fabulous fantastic flows.
• L is the rebel type, I'm rough as a metal pipe, fuck a benz cause I can pull skins on a pedel bike.
• I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass wooping like Rodney King got.
• Mc's be bragging about cash they collect, but them chumps are like Ray Charles cause they aint seen no money yet.
  • "Represent", Showbiz & A.G., Runaway Slave (1992)

• Once I was crusin in a beat-up ride,Saw this nigga named Clyde And snuck up on him from the blind side
• The Big L was cold crazy, A top-notch crook snatchin pocket books from old ladies
• I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked- Oh you broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke".
• My name is L, and I'm from a part of town where clowns Get beat down and all you hear is gunshot sounds
• Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax,They're sneakier than alley cats That's why I carry gats
  • "Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous (1995)

• In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin,You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then,L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolette.
• And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers,No more iron horses cause I'm buying Porsches.
• My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully,Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle.
• I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find,My silk-boxers in your mommy's hamper.
• And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick,I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick".
• You betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks,L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks.
• I smash mics like cornbread/you can't kill me I was born dead
  • "M.V.P.", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous (1995)

• I got styles you can't copy bitch, its the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double hockey sticks.
• Every Sun-day a nun lay from my gun spray, Fuck Carlito we doin shit the Devil's son's way.
• Every minute my style switches up, they say a real man wont hit a girl then I aint real 'cos I beat bitches up.
• I'm takin lives for a great price, I'm the type to snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ.
• The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it, Sendin poems to have them faggots diggin hoes like reverend swaggart.
• L's the nigga that crime follows, I'm hittin fine models and stabbin punks with broken wine bottles.
• I beat chumps till they head splits, break em like breadsticks, I sex chicks, I'd even fuck a dead bitch.
• Always sprayin tecs because I be stayin vexed, Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin threats.
• I jumped out the lincoln, left him stinkin, put his brains in the street, now you can see what he was just thinkin.
  • "Danger Zone", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous (1995)

• I'm living up to my extortion image, I be stalking lennox, catching more bodies than abortion clinics.
• A kid tried to take L out, shot me in the chest with a tech, I just laughed and spit the shell out.
• A nigga hit me with a can of beer, then he ran in fear, later they found him hanging from a chandelier.
• I'm placin' snitches inside lakes and ditches, and if I catch AIDS I'ma start rapin' bitches

- Devil's Son Single, 1993

• I'm makin ducks shed much tears, I buck queers/ I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares
• The big l be lighting niggas like incense, getting men lynched to win tits, I'm killing infants for ten cents.
• Cause Imma street genius, with a unique penis, got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak english.
• A Tec-9 is my utensil, Fillin' niggas with so much lead they could use they dick for a pencil.
• I'm known for snatching purses, and bombing churches, I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose.
• I got drug spots from new york to canada, cause big l be fucking with more keys than a janitor.

-Da Graveyard ,Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous, 1995

• I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my techniques great, And I'm the nigga police hate in each state.
• Ayo my crew be deliverin hot lead when gats I clench, rappers I jack and lynch, nobody could fuck with the way I be killing up shit in rap events.
• Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
• I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate, My rap style is passed great, I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake.
• I probably got your mommy strung, niggas hear me and take more notes than conny chung, my clan plans to get julieanni hung.
• I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches, Puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
• I'm known for yokin jacks and beatin em wit smokin gats, Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
• I ran up on a nigga named Mac in a black 'Ac, put the gat to his cap, click clack, sorry jack but get up outta that

-7 Minute Freestyle

• They wanna know why, I'm so fly, a girl asked me for a ring and I put one around her whole eye.
• I'm looking nothing like ya poppa, I would'nt give a chick ten cents, to put cheese on a whopper.

-No Endz No Skinz, Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous, 1995

• I'm makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks, Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch

Don't Front Freestyle

• I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you/ Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you/ Fuckin punk, you ain't a leader, what? Nobody followed you/ You was never shit, your mother shoulda swallowed you
• Shut your mouth up before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed/ Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread/ And mad hoes...ask Beavis I get nothin' butt head

-98 Freestyle

• You lame-ass nigga,No dough, always on the train-ass nigga,Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga,You got fucked upstate, ya cupcake,How many dicks can your butt take?
• I ran through every bitch in my path,I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half
• Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history

98 Freestyle Part 2