Big L - Size 'Em Up lyrics

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Hey yo, the streets love me, man

And I love the streets

So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit

Ya know me better than that

Ayo, I shoulda been out

I'm deadly when I pull the pin out

Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out

I knocked a lot of men out

I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out

It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out

You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen

And if a bitch don't like me she must like women

Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'

Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'

It's over now, nigga, leave the game

I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain

We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame

We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte

When I was OT your bitch rode me

First day home I dived in it

Left her thighs dented

Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes

Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis

So why your bills got Washington's face?

A lot of cats be frontin'

Made singles wit' a fifty on top

L tryin' to have the city on lock

Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot

Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us

Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L

If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"

What

Word up man, them niggaz is hungry

They ready to bite a nigga arm off

Chorus: repeat (2X)

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?

See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us

Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us?

And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk

See a lot of switch in your walk

Only thugs get rich in New York

Time is runnin' out

Niggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?"

Because they sick of all this drag queen shit

Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'

Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit

A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash

Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass

Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split

A lot of innocent kids got hit

Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son

We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth

Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote

As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke

Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard

Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird

I push whips while you walk all day

And I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day

Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit

You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it

When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out

You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out

How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out

You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out

What

Fuckin' punks

Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday

Chorus (2X)

Yeah

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Big L, Rondell

You know how we do

One time

Can't forget my partner

Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down

The overseer

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