[Verse 1: Big L]
Ayo, you better flee, hops, or get your head flown three blocks,
L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks,
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts,
Some brothers'd still be virgins if the crack never came out.
I got the wild style, always been a foul child,
My guns go boom-boom, and yo guns go pow-pow,
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin',
Front and get half the bones in your body broken.
And when it comes to getting' nookie, I'm not a rookie,
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.
I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks,
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six,
Step to this, you're good as gone, word is bond,
I leave mics torn when I put it on.
[Chorus: Kid Capri]
So put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it on and on, and on!
C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon!
[Verse 2: Big L]
Nobody can take nothing from Big L but a loss chief,
The last punk, who fronted, got a mouth full of false teeth,
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie,
Got more cash than Gotti, you don't know, you better ax somebody.
Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover,
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother,
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins,
And get ends, and commit sins with sick friends,
‘Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter,
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you's a funny nigga.
I flows so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss,
I'm leavin' competitors pissed,
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this,
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn,
And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on.
[Chorus: Kid Capri]
So put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it on and on, and on!
C'mon, put it on, Big L, put it on!
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon!
[Bridge: Patois Chatta]
Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke,
Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke.
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke,
You gwan dead from a me you provoke.
[Verse 3: Big L]
I drink Moët not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear,
Peace to my homies in the gangster lean, I see you when I get there,
And it's a fact, I keep a gat in my arm reach,
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach.
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair,
Big L is the villain, you still fear,
‘Cause I be hangin' in Harlem, and shit is for real here.
If you battle L, you picked the wrong head,
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead,
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs,
I run with ill kids and real nigs, who peel wigs.
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon,
It's a new sheriff in town, and it ain't Reggie Hammond,
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn,
‘Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone.
[Outro: Big L]
Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on!
My man Buckwild, he be puttin' it on and on!
My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on!
Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on!
I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on!
The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on!
And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on!
The whole NYC, yeah, we be puttin' it on and on!
And I'm out .
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