Big L

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

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'Cause 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 pedal bike
I pack a gat, not a slingshot; step to this and get an ass whooping like Rodney King got
MCs be bragging about cash they collect, but them chumps are like Ray Charles cause they ain't seen no money yet
- "Represent", Showbiz & A.G., Runaway Slave (1992)

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 Chevrolet
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
And yes I'm living slick and my pockets are thick, I need surgery to get chicks removed from my dick
- "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 won't hit a girl - then I aint real 'cause 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
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 Lenox, catching more bodies than abortion clinics
A kid tried to take L out, shot me in the chest with a TEC, 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", (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 I'm a 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 (kis) than a janitor
- "Da Graveyard", Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous, 1995

I cook the mic like a beef steak cause my technique's 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 past 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 Giuliani 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 wouldn't 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' but head (Butthead)
You lame-ass nigga, no dough, always on the train-ass nigga, Canal street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga, you got fucked upstate, you 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
I'ma take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the Social Study book, 'cause you History
- "98 Freestyle Full", (1998)

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