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u aint gotta chance

de Big L

Yeah-yeah, Big L, Corleone (uh-huh)
Flamboyant, baby (I hear you), for life

I be that key niggy, you see jiggy, push the V-twiggy
Large like Free Willy, be broke, don't be silly
You's a low life, no hoes, no ice
Don't be mad at me 'cause I chose your wife
With this rap shit I'm so nice
Don't cooperate with police
On my spare time, I like to roll dice
Not for petty change, play for G's and better
You won't be rich as me if your whole crew put your cheese together
Cash, I got plenty, microphones, rock many
Everything I touch is in the top twenty
Dumb hits, I'm the one chicks be hawkin' a lot
Stay drivin', so I don't be walkin' a lot
And the chains and diamonds rings that I be flossin' is hot
Plus expensive, meanin' it be costin' a lot
I'm the one, cuzzo, never slid with a bum ho
If a chick lips is jumbo, I want some gumbo
In a nigga mouth is where my gun go
139 is where I'm from, bro
You know that, I'm just remindin' you
Front and they'll be findin' you with shells from my 9 in you
You trash, that's why nobody signin' you
Ice blindin' you, click is timin' you (yeah)
Waitin' to catch you flossin' somewhere so we can put you in a coffin this year
Big L, Flamboyant Records, baby
You know how we do

You ain't got a chance (it's Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)
You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)
You ain't got a chance (yeah)
You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)

I'm the first in rap to form a venture cap'
While y'all research that, I let my seat go back
The first Carlito of rap, well, after G rap
My voice a needle in wax, gets the Devil attacked
I hold your skull with my fingers in your eye sockets
I won't even snitch to God, I'ma die solid
I kept the doors open in them surplus
Army stores in '94 and up for certain, army hat like it's war
A firearm, fire Timbs, but this year's the year the disrespectful comparisons
They jack anything on the internet, stupid kinda
Believe in that, you believe in chupacabra
Making funny music, it's doo-doo, caca
Brain freeze, stuck face, need agua, palabra
Give your little cute mama the side eye, a fly guy
Then give that coochie a drive-by
You don't keep it secure like asada
My gun to your head, tell the truth
Nas the monster that live under your bed
139th, Lenox Ave, my friend, Big L was the last of them
I'm glad I'm from the same graduating class as him
So pay full attention, remove your hat, you in the presence of a man who used to back spin
Head spin, break dance, pop lock to Herbie Hancock, could rock box
And now we on yachts to pushin' drop-tops (yeah)

You ain't got a chance (it's Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)
You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)
You ain't got a chance (yeah)
You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal)

Big L, Nas, baby
We go way-way back, how many know about that?
For today and tomorrow, it's forever
Shoutout to Big L
And you know it's about time we dropped the album, you know
'Cause it's-it's-it's long overdue
I think, you know, the people would appreciate it
Flamboyant, Mass Appeal for life

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