Still Here

I be a Harlem World party pleaser You might find me on 1-3-9 sippin' a Bacardi Breezer That's where I rest at, killin' tracks is what I'm best at Jealousy, I expect that, I don't stress that I want a cutie with some tight jeans on, that I can scheme on Treat her nice, take her out and trick some cream on TV screens all over the U.S. I'm seen on It ain't all about me, I'm tryin' to put my team on Because it's good to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on You think you can do it like this? Dream on I'ma, chrome my rims and ice my chain Fly clothes and pretty hoes is the price of fame Yo, you know the game plan C-Town, that's my main man We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan Everything I rock is name brand I'll make ya dame swallow Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest cliques Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits You know nuttin' about L, so don't doubt L What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L? Yo, that's like jewels without ice That's like china without rice Or the Holy Bible without Christ Or the Bulls without Mike Or crackheads without pipes The Village without dykes Or hockey games without fights Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit Flamboyant is the label I'm with Big L Y'all know the name He's still here Ha ha, youse a funny nigga Play this (yeah y'all) Play this (yeah y'all) Big L Y'all know the name He's still here [?] My nigga Big L (yeah y'all) I'm straight loco, to hell with you and your broke ho You ain't a big dog, you more like Toto, you got no dough I smoke 'dro mixed with cocoa, strong as bolo I pack a fo' fo', platinum ro ro Anti-homo, that's a no no so fuck po' po' I push the seven-fo' oh and not the Volvo C-Town push the six-oh-oh, I'm with a bitch on dolo Chips from here to Acapulco While y'all buck for legs I, buck for heads I even buck celebs, nigga fuck the feds I stay sweatin' out a bitch perm I love it when a girl ass is fat and they tits firm I take all the dough my chicks earn I watched Corleone do it, now it's Chris turn A "hoodlum" like Fishburne Act illy, get smacked silly with the mac-milli You see me on MTV and Rap City Keep frontin', I'ma step out, mask on with the tec out Squeeze shots and make you check out Big L Y'all know the name He's still here yeah y'all Big L My underground niggas, y'all can shine with me Got my own label now, so y'all can sign with me Y'all can take me from the bottom and climb with me That's fine with me, that's how it was designed to be I be that young teen with DUMB cream I refuse to be unheard or unseen, I shine like the sunbeam All you niggas better come clean, before my gun scream Rap's a fun thing, only roll with one team Flamboyant Entertainment, that's who I came with I pack a nine and once I aim it, I got to flame it Push a blue eight, got props from here to Kuwait And while your crew hate, you hear me on Big L new tape They call me C-Town, I snatch mics like a rebound Pack a three-pound, that's my prerog' like B. Brown I rip shows in large arenas, like the Garden or Meadowlands Got nuttin' but love for all my ghetto fans On 1-3-9 and Lenox eyes get shut The "Danger Zone" is where pies get cut, where all the guys get stuck Try to front we gon' size you up Like Corleone'll grab the chrome and throw five in your gut Aiyo, gats we bust (backs we crush) Only hot tracks we lust (crazy stacks we clutch) And we need plaques to touch (that say platinum plus) Cause half of you niggas that's rappin' now (is wack to us) Big L Y'all know the name He's still here Y'all thought this was over with? This ain't over with