Put It On

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 ♪
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks
 L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
 And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
 Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out
 I got the wild style, always been a foul child
 My guns go "Boom, boom" and yo' guns go "pow pow"
 I'm known to have a hottie open
 I keep the shotty smokin'
 Front, and get half the bones in your body broken
 And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie
 I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi
 I run with sturdy cliques
 I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
 Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36
 Step to this, you're good as gone
 Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on
 So put it on, Big L, put it on!
 Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!
 Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!
 Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!
 Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief
 The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
 I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
 Got more cash than Gotti
 (You don't know?) You better ask somebody
 Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
 A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
 I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins
 And get ends and commit sins with sick friends
 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
 You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga
 I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss
 I'm leavin' competitors pissed
 To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
 I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
 In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on
 Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!
 C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!
 Put it on, Big L!
 Put it on, represent!
 Put it on, c'mon, put it on!
 Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
 Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
 See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
 You gwan dead from a me you provoke
 I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
 Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
 And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
 I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
 I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair
 Big L is the villain you still fear
 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here
 If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
 I smash mics like cornbread
 You can't kill me, I was born dead
 And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
 I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
 My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
 It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond
 Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone
 So put it on, Big L, put it on!
 C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!
 Big L, you gotta put it on and on!
 Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!
 Word up, knahmsayin?
 My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four
 And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?
 It's the Kid Capri, in full flair
 And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this
 Big L, c'mon!
 Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)
 My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)
 My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)
 Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
 I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)
 The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
 And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)
 The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)
 And I'm out
 
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 ♪
 (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on
 Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks
 L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks
 And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
 Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out
 I got the wild style, always been a foul child
 My guns go "Boom, boom" and yo' guns go "pow pow"
 I'm known to have a hottie open
 I keep the shotty smokin'
 Front, and get half the bones in your body broken
 And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie
 I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi
 I run with sturdy cliques
 I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
 Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36
 Step to this, you're good as gone
 Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on
 So put it on, Big L, put it on!
 Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!
 Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!
 Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!
 Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief
 The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
 I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty
 Got more cash than Gotti
 (You don't know?) You better ask somebody
 Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
 A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
 I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins
 And get ends and commit sins with sick friends
 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
 You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga
 I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss
 I'm leavin' competitors pissed
 To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
 I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
 In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on
 Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!
 C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!
 Put it on, Big L!
 Put it on, represent!
 Put it on, c'mon, put it on!
 Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
 Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
 See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
 You gwan dead from a me you provoke
 I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
 Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
 And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
 I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
 I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair
 Big L is the villain you still fear
 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here
 If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
 I smash mics like cornbread
 You can't kill me, I was born dead
 And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
 I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
 My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
 It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond
 Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone
 So put it on, Big L, put it on!
 C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!
 Big L, you gotta put it on and on!
 Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!
 Word up, knahmsayin?
 My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four
 And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?
 It's the Kid Capri, in full flair
 And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this
 Big L, c'mon!
 Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)
 My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)
 My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)
 Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
 I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)
 The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)
 And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)
 The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)
 And I'm out