On the Run

歌詞

Ayyo 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, then she must like women Everytime I come around you see your wife grinnin Don't be mad cuz your career's in the ninth inning It's over now, nigga leave the game I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're niggas be takin drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your bitch wrote me First day home, I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin me every five minutes MC's I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benji's, 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 Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin "Free L!" What *Cuts by Roc Raida* [Chorus] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" [Big L] "I been rockin mics since niggas was rockin Pro Keds" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "I'm floorin niggas and I only weigh a buck and change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Fuckin wit me, a lot of niggas be small change" [Big L] "On the mic is Big L, that brotha who kicks flav, god" "Big L" [DJ Premier] "Represent" Aiyyo 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, niggas like "L when you commin out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit Your wife missin, I'm the nigga see was last seen wit Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dimes hoes who stuffed the coke in they ass Crazy beefs 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 niggas 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 bumb nerd 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 niggas wanna talk all day Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say "What's up" give me a pound that's it When I was at the steakhouse pullin cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin take out How you make out, you take the fake route You oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out, what! Chorus *repeat last line 5x*