How to kill an entire album on your first verse. Rest in peace Big L.
Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper’s 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 poom-poom, 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 gettin’ nookie I’m not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks, 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
Download: Big L – “Put It On”
Bonus: Big L – “Put It On (J Dilla Remix)”
