Let 'Em Have It "L"

Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (Let 'em have it L) What?
 (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (Let 'em have it)
 A-yo I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot
 Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
 No other write rhymes like these
 I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees
 I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ
 You sayin' L's this and L's that: get off L dick
 I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
 And we do drivebys in 325is
 I had beef with this thief named Randolph
 Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
 So you better leave L alone
 Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
 Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'
 Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and
 Every crab MC that runs up
 When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up
 I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
 It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing
 The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
 A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
 One two one two crews I run through
 Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu
 Cause I'm a MC assassinator
 I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator
 Step to this and get shanked up
 I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
 And I entertain well because of my brain cells
 I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L
 My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
 MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise
 With Big L you can't swing long
 So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song
 The Big L's back to attack with a phat rap
 Matter of fact, black, I'm puttin' Harlem on the map
 Wassup cause I'm a stiggy star
 Breakin' 'em up and then takin' they heart
 You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin' the microphones apart
 I'm undefeated that's the stone truth
 Cause battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
 I take lives with no pride, I just committed a homicide
 A punk brother died cause he tried
 To take my cash but he didn't last, I pulled out fast
 He tried to bash then I blast on his monkey ass (boom)
 I make a lot of dough, I'm quick to spot a foe
 Even if my grandma violate, she gotta go!
 When I was young I played with guns, not a kiddy toy
 Cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy
 Facts on tracks I recite well
 Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L:
 A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner
 Doin' something they ain't
 Got no business doin'
 I gotta say what's up to S&S, Doo Wop, and the Bounce Squad
 Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
 A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B
 You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B
 Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man
 Word up let's go see our P.O