Size 'Em Up Lyrics
| Song | Size 'Em Up |
| Artist | Big L |
| Album | The Big Picture |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets | |
| So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit | |
| Ya know me better than that | |
| Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pin out | |
| Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out | |
| I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out | |
| It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out | |
| You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen | |
| An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like women | |
| Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin' | |
| Don't be mad 'coz yo' career's in the ninth innin' | |
| It's over now, nigga, leave the game | |
| I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain | |
| We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame | |
| We're niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain | |
| Hustlers flip Cokey, '48 Hours' like Nick Nolte | |
| When I was O.T., your bitch rode me | |
| First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented | |
| Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes | |
| Emcees, I squash an' disgrace, it's all about the Benjis | |
| So why your bills got Washington's face? | |
| A lot of cats be frontin', made singles wit a fifty on top | |
| L tryin' to have the city on lock | |
| Peace to Biggie an' Pac 'coz they really were hot | |
| Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us | |
| Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L | |
| If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L" | |
| What? Word up, man, them niggaz is hungry | |
| They ready to bite a nigga arm off | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up | |
| Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk | |
| See a lot of switch in your walk | |
| Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out | |
| Niggaz like, "L, when you comin' out?" | |
| Because they sick of all this drag queen shit | |
| Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit | |
| Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit | |
| A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash | |
| Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes | |
| An' stuff the Coke in they ass | |
| Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split | |
| A lot of innocent kids got hit | |
| Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me, son | |
| We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the Earth | |
| Mics, I steadily smoke, rhymes, cleverly wrote | |
| As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke | |
| Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve, when I was unheard | |
| Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird | |
| I push whips while you walk all day | |
| An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day | |
| Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit | |
| You don't know me, just say | |
| ‽Wassup? Gimme a poundâ€, that's it | |
| When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out | |
| You was at some cheap Chinese shit | |
| Gettin' take out, how you make out? | |
| You took the fake route, you oughta break out | |
| You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out | |
| What? ****in' punks | |
| Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up | |
| Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment | |
| Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do | |
| One time, can't forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee | |
| Holdin' it down, The Overseer, Flamboyant |
| Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets | |
| So I know ya ain' t think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit | |
| Ya know me better than that | |
| Ayo, I shoulda been out, I' m deadly when I pull the pin out | |
| Keep frontin', I' ma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out | |
| I left ' em on the floor spittin' phlegm out | |
| It' s either that or I' ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out | |
| You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen | |
| An' if a bitch don' t like me, she must like women | |
| Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin' | |
| Don' t be mad ' coz yo' career' s in the ninth innin' | |
| It' s over now, nigga, leave the game | |
| I' m from the danger zone where emcees get slain | |
| We' re thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame | |
| We' re niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain | |
| Hustlers flip Cokey, ' 48 Hours' like Nick Nolte | |
| When I was O. T., your bitch rode me | |
| First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented | |
| Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes | |
| Emcees, I squash an' disgrace, it' s all about the Benjis | |
| So why your bills got Washington' s face? | |
| A lot of cats be frontin', made singles wit a fifty on top | |
| L tryin' to have the city on lock | |
| Peace to Biggie an' Pac ' coz they really were hot | |
| Rap game, heavy hitters, it' s a shame they no longer wit us | |
| Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L | |
| If I go to jail, you' ll wear a shirt sayin', " Free L" | |
| What? Word up, man, them niggaz is hungry | |
| They ready to bite a nigga arm off | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk | |
| See a lot of switch in your walk | |
| Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out | |
| Niggaz like, " L, when you comin' out?" | |
| Because they sick of all this drag queen shit | |
| Your wife' s missin', I' m the nigga she was last seen wit | |
| Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit | |
| A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash | |
| Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes | |
| An' stuff the Coke in they ass | |
| Crazy beef' s got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split | |
| A lot of innocent kids got hit | |
| Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me, son | |
| We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the Earth | |
| Mics, I steadily smoke, rhymes, cleverly wrote | |
| As long as I can rock a crowd, I' ma never be broke | |
| Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve, when I was unheard | |
| Now I' m icey, I ain' t gotta say one word, you dumb bird | |
| I push whips while you walk all day | |
| An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day | |
| Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit | |
| You don' t know me, just say | |
| Wassup? Gimme a pound, that' s it | |
| When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out | |
| You was at some cheap Chinese shit | |
| Gettin' take out, how you make out? | |
| You took the fake route, you oughta break out | |
| You couldn' t get a bitch before you put your tape out | |
| What? in' punks | |
| Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment | |
| Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do | |
| One time, can' t forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee | |
| Holdin' it down, The Overseer, Flamboyant |
| Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets | |
| So I know ya ain' t think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit | |
| Ya know me better than that | |
| Ayo, I shoulda been out, I' m deadly when I pull the pin out | |
| Keep frontin', I' ma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out | |
| I left ' em on the floor spittin' phlegm out | |
| It' s either that or I' ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out | |
| You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen | |
| An' if a bitch don' t like me, she must like women | |
| Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin' | |
| Don' t be mad ' coz yo' career' s in the ninth innin' | |
| It' s over now, nigga, leave the game | |
| I' m from the danger zone where emcees get slain | |
| We' re thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame | |
| We' re niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain | |
| Hustlers flip Cokey, ' 48 Hours' like Nick Nolte | |
| When I was O. T., your bitch rode me | |
| First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented | |
| Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes | |
| Emcees, I squash an' disgrace, it' s all about the Benjis | |
| So why your bills got Washington' s face? | |
| A lot of cats be frontin', made singles wit a fifty on top | |
| L tryin' to have the city on lock | |
| Peace to Biggie an' Pac ' coz they really were hot | |
| Rap game, heavy hitters, it' s a shame they no longer wit us | |
| Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L | |
| If I go to jail, you' ll wear a shirt sayin', " Free L" | |
| What? Word up, man, them niggaz is hungry | |
| They ready to bite a nigga arm off | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk | |
| See a lot of switch in your walk | |
| Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out | |
| Niggaz like, " L, when you comin' out?" | |
| Because they sick of all this drag queen shit | |
| Your wife' s missin', I' m the nigga she was last seen wit | |
| Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit | |
| A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash | |
| Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes | |
| An' stuff the Coke in they ass | |
| Crazy beef' s got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split | |
| A lot of innocent kids got hit | |
| Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me, son | |
| We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the Earth | |
| Mics, I steadily smoke, rhymes, cleverly wrote | |
| As long as I can rock a crowd, I' ma never be broke | |
| Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve, when I was unheard | |
| Now I' m icey, I ain' t gotta say one word, you dumb bird | |
| I push whips while you walk all day | |
| An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day | |
| Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit | |
| You don' t know me, just say | |
| Wassup? Gimme a pound, that' s it | |
| When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out | |
| You was at some cheap Chinese shit | |
| Gettin' take out, how you make out? | |
| You took the fake route, you oughta break out | |
| You couldn' t get a bitch before you put your tape out | |
| What? in' punks | |
| Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? | |
| See, Harlem ' bout to get it, all eyes on us | |
| Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? | |
| An' the first cat who act, we gon' size ' em up | |
| Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment | |
| Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do | |
| One time, can' t forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee | |
| Holdin' it down, The Overseer, Flamboyant |
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