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Put it on big l that was flames in the streets
Casualties of a dice game, now it’s heat
When he freestyled with hove, he wasn’t playing on the beats
Ebonics, he broke down the slang in the streets
So ahead of his time, his parents haven’t met yet
Ask peevus, I get nothing but head
When he said that, that even made me wanna pick up a mike
Big l, that’s a legen for life, rest in peace homie
Rest in peace L, forever chief L
Yeah you gone, but we will never let you sleep L
Yeah we ain’t gonna play with it
But you the only nigga cool enough
Who could snuff jesus and get away with it
Real harlem nigga, can never tate your legacy
Remember in the crib when you would come to visit melanie
You gave me pointers on the way that I should spit it
Damn good advice from the best that ever did it nigga
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Oh, paved all my roads, so I can see greenlights, circle
They know who you are, whenever my pen touch paper
For sure, they all know, oh,
So you live on forever, you live on forever
Big L you know you live on
I wear the pants, you see the quarteroids homes
Leave you upset like when tie over quarterroid jones
I’m hard and I know you boys known
And sparr balls with big L, I’m in my own zone
I’m not lyrical then who rap man
I get you shot in the hospital, flu vaccine, fresh
I’m the rhymer from the bronx
They say I kinda remind them of lamont,
Beloved, will I take it these 8 rappers
And with the make after the 7 well heaven can take that one
I paint passion while trains passing and cars movin
I wanna match but don’t know I smack to make god do it
The arts …with all unit, is y’all ruin
I treat the job jewish, be dead if I start to it
I ain’t ate enough,
I’m at the food sauce with brute force
Give a nigga work like a shoe boss, loaded
[Hook]
Oh, paved all my roads, so I can see greenlights, circle
They know who you are, whenever my pen touch paper
For sure, they all know, oh,
So you live on forever, you live on forever
Big L you know you live on
Every time I fly, I make sure the family go
But I ain’t tryina get broke like hammer go
I let the hammers go, rob niggas
Half pussies coming out they jeans like a camel toe
Hah, I mean you know how my g’s roll
Put them cannons on you like they tryina get b roll
If you don’t got, reck that last line and sit well
I’m a punch line god, word to big L
[Hook]
Oh, paved all my roads, so I can see greenlights, circle
They know who you are, whenever my pen touch paper
For sure, they all know, oh,
So you live on forever, you live on forever
Big L you know you live on.
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