Big L
Represent
[Intro: A.G., Big L, D'Shawn]
Aww, yeah! The A-to-the-motherfuckin' G-is back
Rollin' with the motherfuckin' Goodfellas
I got two of my boys here, newest members of the D.I.T.C — speak up
Yo, this the Big motherfuckin' L
From 139 and Lennox, you know what I'm sayin'?
Sayin' what's up to Showbiz & A.G. 'cause they got it goin' on!
Yo, this the baldheaded assassin, D'Shawn E. Thunder
Representin' with my peoples Diggin' In The Crates
Peace to my brothers from 1-2-9, Uptown
Aww yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Look out
D.I.T.C. in the motherfuckin' effect
Lethal!

[Hook]
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] Yeah, Big L is the first to represent!

[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, on the mic is Big L! That brother who kicks flav, God
Known for sendin' garbage MC’s to the graveyard
I pack a gat, not a slingshot
Step to this and get a ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got
Or get beat to ya death like Cochise
My laws is no peace, FUCK the police!
MC's be braggin' about cash they collect
But them chumps is like Ray Charles, 'cause they ain't seen no money yet
Trash rappers I tax and spark
I be wettin' n***as up like water rides in Action Park
A n***a stuck me, and that ain't funny, son
So I got money, dunn, they wet him and his honey bun
'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 could pull skinz on a pedal-bike!
Props I got the most, no MC comes close
Coast-to-coast shows I host, foes I roast
Adios, I'm ghost!
[Hook]
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] Grab the mic, D'Shawn, because you gotta represent

[Verse 2: D'Shawn]
Yo, street corners in New York is the place this n***a stand
With a machete, I'm a crazy Eddie Scissorhands
Born with such a thirst to kill
I can tap 200 quarters from a 50 dollar bill
Cuttin’ bitch-n***as down with a hundred-pound axe
Like I was raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks
So in a battle, I be stabbin'
Choppin' MC's like trees, piece-by-piece buildin' cabins
I'm a maniac magician, abra cadabra
Makin' pain appear 'cause I'ma grab a
Rusty chain to make a noose
To choke your ass so hard, you're spittin' fuckin' Adam's Apple juice!
So come check the magic show by D'Shawn
And witness the way I put you to death with the magic wand
Turnin' your home to a casket
Turn your wife into a widow and your son into a bastard!
'Cause I love to keep MC's sufferin'
Beggin' for big, heavy bags of Bufferin
Baseball battin' 'em, splattin' 'em
So many homicide records, my cases went platinum!
D'Shawn is nice!
Known for givin' out head cracks without touchin' dice
Just pain and punishment from the Boogie Down Bronxter!
D'Shawn — the maniac street monster!
[Hook]
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] It's time to get funky, so you better represent
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] C'mon, Lord Finesse, 'cause you gotta represent

[Verse 3: Lord Finesse]
It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E
Don't play or stress me, 'cause that shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get ya motherfuckin' shit straight
I got skills and I'm hard to kill
So y'all bitch-ass rappers better chill and just guard ya grill
Y'all grab a mic and always gettin' hype
Talkin' 'bout fuckin' n***as up when you can barely beat your dick right
So stop ridin' my dilznick
'Cause I can still kick the ill shit on a motherfuckin' real tip
Hit like Foreman when I'm brawlin'
Those who think I'm fallin', I'll play ya monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy n***as in the city 'noid
Got mad bitches, but it's not 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' pretty-boy
I'm ruthless! I'm not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that Beat Street/Electric Boogie shit
I'll stomp any rapper that you have compete
If they ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat
And go 'head with they master plan
Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can
You can't hang and you're fallin' fast
You rappers that's trash better dash and start haulin' ass
'Cause I'm out to wreck shit
Fuck up a show, collect my dough and step off with a bad bitch
Spectators always have the best time
When they come to a show and hear a funky Lord Finesse rhyme
I'm out to get bigger, lounge and make quick figures
You'll never catch Finesse associatin’ with bitch n***as
I work overtime when it's time to go for mine
Crab-ass rappers, don't even front 'cause y'all know the time
So it's time for me to step
Peace to Showbiz & A.G., and I'm off to the left
[Hook]
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] When my crew gets sick, you know I gotta represent

[Verse 4: A.G.]
Check-check-check it
A-to-the-G is gonna wreck it on stage, on my record
So n***a, don't forget it
I'm the man, the One-Man-Band is on my right hand
("His name is Show, nit-wit, so get with the program")
I take a hit from the buddha bless
Turn my hat to the back, now let's see who's the best
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat
N***as wanna jack? My .45 ain't havin' that
Hoes get no dough, so why try?
You think it's gonna be a hit 'n' run? Wrong, it's a drive-by
N***as catchin' tantrums
Because your girl's never safe around the Midnight Phantom
They predicted I'mma fall?
They must be down with Michael Jackson 'cause that shit is "Off the Wall"
You don't believe me? Ask that brother Show
(Snatchin' hotties, grabbin' shotties, lettin' motherfuckers know)
You come wrong if you don't come strong
"You better catch wreck!" Motherfucker, I made the song!
Styles will vary, they won't carry over
Don't fuck with no Devil, I'd rather marry Oprah
Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black
And my skills are so phat, I paid my dues, I don't owe jack
You bite my style, I can spot it
Tryin' real hard to get it, you can forget it because you don't got it
And my skills are excellent
Diggin' In The Crates, and it's time to represent!

[Hook]
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] Big L and D'Shawn, yeah, they had to represent
("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick")
[A.G.] Lord Finesse and A.G., yeah, we had to represent

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