we got this [alternative lyrics] - big l lyrics
[verse 1: big l]
i’m comin through ya’ll, with the glock buckin’
your whole block duckin’
every b-tch that i’m f-ckin’ with now is c-ck suckin’
it’s like i’m allergic to not f-ckin’
ya’ll n-ggas is f-ggots like rock hudson
and boy george
i destroy frauds with one verse
n-gga, we can knuckle up or we can let the guns burst
l is the type to murder your sons first
to get my point across
since ya’ll wanna chitty-chat with the coppers, ya’ll might as well join the force
where i’m from, believe me, snitches get k!lled
n-ggas be hustlin’ daily, tryin’ to f-ck more b-tches than wilt
takin’ pictures in silk, gator’d up
p-ssport dated up, hair braided up
i f-cked your b-tch, but i ain’t rape the sl-t, she gave it up
i’m runnin’ wit’ cheeks, he runnin wit’ me
we runnin’ together
we get drunk and blunted together, but don’t front
the guns is under the leather
ready to ill, ready to k!ll, ready to peel
steppin’ to corle, you betta be real
cause none of my n-ggas be lettin’ me chill
my crew be deliverin’ hot lead, when gats are clenched
rappers i jack and lynch
n0body can f-ck with the way i been k!llin’ up sh-t at rap events
it’s like as soon as i pick up a mic and start flowin’ the people yell
i’m rugged as h-ll, brothas can tell
that none of you n-ggas is f-ckin’ wit’ l
when i’m that n-gga you expect to catch wreck on any c-ssette deck
i’m so ahead of my time my parent’s haven’t met yet
[hook: mr. cheeks]
hittin’ n-ggas with the real rap, remedy
remember the real n-ggas from the ny
me and my men high
stay with cash, bring nothin’ but the hotness
ya’ll n-ggas chill kid, we got this
hittin’ n-ggas with the remedy
remember the real n-ggas from the ny
[verse 2: big l]
yo, where i’m from, dudes get sliced
cause crews is trife
and you might loose your life for your jewels and ice
i’ma slide to the ‘tely and abuse your wife
if i got one rubber, i’ma use it twice
i give young fools advice about the rules of heist
when i rock gators, hoes be like “them shoes is nice!”
dimes i’m willin’ to hit, i stay drillin’ a chick
they all know i ain’t sh-t, but they still on my d-ck
and i never walk the streets without the vest and the chrome
cause all my jewels be rocky like sylvester stallone
i’ll blast the tec at your dome and leave you restin’ alone
go home and puff a fat bag of ses’ ’til i’m gone
you got this n-gga frontin’ like he the main event
when his album ain’t even last long, it came and went
i’m like gotti to him, i throw the shotty to him
n-ggas don’t want it wit’ l
they be like “anybody but him!”
[hook]
[outro]
we got this sh-t on lock
you know me, i be up on big l’s block
one-three-to the nine, kid
we be hangin with my n-ggas
every day i want the ex-po
yo, do a show uptown, boogie down
back to queens, be the same ro
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