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    Big L rest in peace

    [Intro: Scratched]
    Do you wanna mess with this?
    I'm one of the best yet
    We've got it
    You can feel the realness
    In this business of rep
    Go ahead

    Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
    Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win
    G-A-N-G to the Starr son
    Haters took this shit too far son
    So that's all for you, I'm whiping out your whole team
    I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
    The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
    The more lies you sell then by surprise you fell
    Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
    Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
    I've suffered, just so I could return harder
    Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr
    I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
    Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
    Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
    Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one

    [Chorus: Scratched]
    Full clip
    Do you wanna mess with this?
    I'm one of the best yet
    I'm nice like that
    It's all good
    In this business of rep
    Full clip
    Do you wanna mess with this?
    I'm one of the best yet
    I'm nice like that
    It's all good
    So I suggest you take a rest

    So if you stand in my way, I'm gonna have to spray
    Learn that if you come against me son your gonna have to pray
    Since back in the day I held The Weight and kept my head up
    The wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up
    I give no man or thing power over me
    Why these niggaz so jealous and lookin sour over me?
    I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop
    I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop
    I'm like two magazine fully loaded to your one
    Plus I ain't gonna quit spittin, till your done
    Plus, more than over, I got my whole shit together
    More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever
    Catchin rep off my name? Your bound to fry
    Know how many niggaz that I know, is done to die
    We never fail, and we ain't never been frail
    You niggaz talk crime, but you scared of jail


    Attackin like a slick Apache lyrics are trigger happy
    Pullin back your wig piece just for the way your lookin at me
    Talk back, blaow! I hit you up right now
    I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow
    Face the consequence, of your childish nonsense
    I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content
    Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
    I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya
    The flame thrower, make your peops afraid to know ya
    How many times I told ya play your position small soldier
    My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence
    Stop beatin me in the head son, nah, I'm not buyin it
    I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass
    I'm ready to flip, yeah I'm ready to get with all that cash
    I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip
    So watch your dome already cause this one might hit

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    It's time to let this shit get started
    Get to the back if you chicken hearted
    It's Sticky Fingaz nigga, I'm fuckin retarded
    Niggaz schemin on you under your nose
    Its funny how old friends turn into new foes
    Battlin you? that would be a waste of breath
    I can see you now cowerin in the face of death
    Had your girl on her knees, give her a taste of life
    Yo bitch rather be my whore than your wife
    Im already in hell, shit was worse than this
    Im cursed with gifts, you heard the myths
    Now hear the truth, I tear the roof
    We hear the wolves, I'm rippin shit ridiculous
    Your clip be hiss your rap is piss
    The gat don't miss with platnium hits
    Nigga who you think fuckin wit this?
    I mean how many whips I'ma have to cop?
    How many albums I'ma have to drop?
    How many bitchs I'ma have to fuck?
    And how many guns I'ma have to bust?
    How many hearts I'ma have to break?
    How much money I'ma have to make?
    How many lives I'ma have to take?
    To let y'all niggaz know I'll send you straight to your wake

    [Outro: Scratched]
    Full clip
    Do you wanna mess with this?
    The best yet
    I'm nice like that
    It's all good
    So I suggest you take a rest
    Full clip

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