Big L discography

Some say I'm ruthless, some say I'm grim, once a brotha done broke into my house and I robbed him

Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin' Butt-head

A Tec-9 is my utensil/ Fillin' niggas with so much lead/ They can use they're d*** for a pencil

If you battle L you picked the wrong head, I smash mics like corn bread you can't kill me I was born dead.

I'm known for snatchin' purses, and bombin' churches/ I get more p**** by accident, than most niggas get on purpose

I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'/ Put his brains in the street/ Now you can see what he was just thinkin'

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good (It's all good)

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well

I'm a gorilla in the f***in' coupe
Finna pull up in the zoo

fillin nikkas with so much lead they can use they d*** as a pencil

quentin miller

Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I, started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I'ma, Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
Came through the bushes smellin' like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new s***, s*** feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof, uh
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, f*** the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concludin' my concerto
Marcy me

Did Lupe write this

Drook stan talking about writers

Hov stans talking about writers after lu said he gave hov joints for black album

You saying Lupe wrote the black album

Fall back lil bro this aint a good look

“Just built this rapport with Jay,” he said. “Being able to go to Baseline Studios, see him put together joints like The Black Album and stuff like that, be a part of that, give him joints for that. So, he’s always been in the mix, not so much the past couple albums or the past few years but still the homie though.” - Lupe

Good night lil bro

How the op gonna come through with the weakest, whackest n corniest s*** of the whole thread 😹

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Go to sleep lil homie Certified Boy Lover or whatever will be out soon

Biting crackers and wonder why u anorexic

In the Future other niggas playing football with your son

The fur is Hermès - s*** that you don’t floss, the Goyard so hard man I’m Hugo’s Boss

As long as there’s dough to grab I’m hold a mag, load the bag til I’m a helmet and a folded flag

Promoters call me Moses by how I spark and leave, notice - come through the crowd, my staff part the seas

Like Eli, I’m from New Orleans, I’m a Giant in this b****
Move the G and add an S, and put the I before the N,
Put the A in front of that and that’s what I am til the end,
That’s a Saint motherfucka, simplify it for them

You think I’m sitting up depressed?
I’m somewhere counting me a check
I hate that I had to f*** with any of you niggas
That’s my only regret

This bar is about me

Cashmere Thoughts. The entire song is the hardest s*** I’ve ever heard.

Dropped this classic 20 years in

Wait what is this Lupe wrote for the black album s*** I’m seeing

asap rocky - bass

“How the f*** am I supposed to get outta debt? I can’t rap anymore, I just murdered the alpha"

Yes I make mistakes that I don’t ever make excuses fo’
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes