Big L
Power Moves
Its time to make power moves and get the chedda
And buy the real nice things that makes life betta
No foolish acts, moves must be clever
Im down for whatever, I gotta blow son, is now or never
I walk through the ruggedest blocks with jewels flooded wit rocks
Hustlin on hot corners that be smuggled wit cops
I was sworn for harlem, true roach don
Word bond, we leave mics torn
Yall brothers slept too long, now its on
L Corleone will neva fly
Records are forever hot
Front on me you better not
I keep the barreta c*cked
This goes out to my people's up town
Downtown, mid town, across town, and outta town
You see me flossin often, at all the club sites
At the bars buyin crystalls like they bud lights
My style is hard like strong lumber
Dime pieces get the digits chicken heads get the wrong number
Yo I announce facts
When I get busy over bounce tracks
Droppin lethal raps so wack so I can count stacks
I keep a heavy knot, got a spot on every block
Hunnies thats very hot
And sent to the mary yacht
95 was a beautiful year for L
Now I'm back and all the ladies still cheer for L
Whatever I write is gonna be tight
Cuz if makin hits is wrong I dont wanna be right
Never the less, the east is were my crew rest
We bust caps that go through vests
We only do what we do best
And thats triple than you riddle men
Since you wanna play rough, then say hello to my little friend
I like drop tops when its hot
I like lands when its snowy
Bank account is fat like Joey
Im not very religious you wouldn't call me holy
Sometimes my hairs corn row, sometimes its froly
Spark up the you know what
Pop the moey
L stay flossin, presidential doughly
Yall brothers know me, I step in parties with minks and fly links
Shorties hittin me with eyewinks as I buy drinks
And every girl I got looks like a model
If you ever see me with a chicken then she must of a hit the lotto
Uptown is my home, and where I roam
I stand alone, Big L Cornleone got a song
Sellin weight in and outta state to generate cake
The one jakes hate
Got homicide runnin out of yellow tape
I pack toast with infra red scopes, I turn crews to dead folks
If yall fellas is playas, Im the head coach