Put It On Chords by Big L

[Start]

[Intro]
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Come on come on come on come on


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


[Chorus]
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So put ■  it on Big L put it on
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C'mon put it on big fella put it on and on
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Big L you gotta put it on and on
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Put it on Big L put it on ond on
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Word up knahmsayin
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My man Big L runnin' things for the ninefour
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And nineohs you know what I mean
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It's the Kid Capri in full flair
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And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this
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Big L c'mon
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Lord Finesse
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My man Buckwild
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My man Fat Joe
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Showbiz and AG
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I can't forget Diamond D
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The whole DITC
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And of course Kid Capri
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The whole NYC


[End]
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And I'm out