[00:00.00]Tony's Touch - Big L
[00:00.96]Big L
[00:01.96]Where I'm from
[00:03.64]Yeah  Tony Touch in the house  yeah
[00:06.14]Big L Harlem on the rise  1 3 9
[00:09.40]One love to my ni**a McGruff  Mase Murda  Killa Kam
[00:13.33]Rest in peace to my man Bloodshed
[00:15.83]Live on baby  the spirit live on
[00:18.33]Yeah BBO in the house
[00:20.45]Yeah my men stand I'ma rock this sh*t
[00:21.81]Check it out
[00:23.87]Yo  I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns
[00:27.24]One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down
[00:29.81]B**ches be on me like I'm welfare  even rich ones
[00:32.44]That live in Bel Air  is this Big L yeah  hell yeah
[00:35.37]Word up  I use a chrome gat to push domes back
[00:37.93]Watch how you talk when you call me  Feds got my phone tapped
[00:40.49]This rap game  I put my life in it  chain got
[00:43.30]Mega ice in it  push an Infinite  chrome rims  light tinted
[00:46.47]You can see pal  it's all about me now
[00:49.27]Twenty G's a show b**ch three thou just to freestyle
[00:52.08]I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees
[00:54.39]Can you hold somethin  Sure  you can hold on these
[00:57.13]Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on  smooth as Rayon
[01:00.11]L is who the ladies stay on  baby play on
[01:02.99]I stay jeweled up  pockets swelled up from banks I held up
[01:06.30]Plenty b**ch-a** niggaz Big L stuck
[01:08.55]I never catch cold feet when I hold heat
[01:10.86]We roll deep  with the Triple Black dogs in their old jeep
[01:13.77]I catch a fag three o'clock in the morn
[01:15.96]On the block all alone and put the glock to his dome
[01:18.70]Tell him "Give it up quick  you nitwit  don't try to get slick
[01:21.87]Or I'm a let this four-fifth spit and leave your sh*t split"
[01:24.60]Prick  it ain't nothing decent about me
[01:26.78]A true thug for real  you can ask the precinct about me
[01:29.65]A rap junkie  don't try to play me like some flunky
[01:32.58]Jewels be chunky  pockets lumpy  attitude grumpy
[01:35.65]And mad niggaz be fronting the life
[01:37.65]Popping mad sh*t  trying to be something they not
[01:40.46]Your faggot a** better stay to dancing  don't even look at me
[01:43.28]I might break your jaw just for glancing
[01:45.53]I'm sick like Manson
[01:46.54]In 97 Harlem kids is blowing
[01:48.67]And we don't trip  we'll let a b**ch starve til her ribs are showing