Big L Lyrics

Big L Lyrics

"Street Struck Lyrics"

Compound Pressure Lyrics
I am the scumbag that you want to kick, because your girl - she sucked my dick. Frustration eats you from inside, knowing I got a piece of her hide. So we laugh at you as I'm flying the cum, I'm the home wrecker and the damage is done. Your little slut, whore, wife won't be the same, you make her cum - she screams my name! COMPOUND PRESSURE! You have no power, I devour. I got a big

[Big L]
Yeah, it's the Big L
Comin at you once again, in nine-five
And I dedicate this one
to all my peoples from Uptown.. and everywhere
Check it!

Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream
There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen
You never know when you gonna get wet
Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep
Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs
Instead of goin to school, they'd rather sell drugs
It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one
Because it's gonna catch up witchu in the long run
Brothers be on the corners, actin stupid, gettin lifted
They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted
In other words, they got TALENT; but they'd rather sell
Invisible Man Lyrics
She was thirteen months when he was sent to jail. Behind the bars of her crib and those of his cell. They wait for her love to come to them. But she couldn't come. She was making a living. This beautiful baby girl grew up so fast. Called another man "daddy" till she learned of her past. She waited a lifetime for him. And one day he comes. But until th
cracks
and bust gats and run the streets actin violent
To them it's all about hittin skinz and makin some easy green
Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen
All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut
They don't give a (WHAT?) cause they street struck

Chorus: Big L

You betta listen when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll
get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme; cause bein street struck'll
get you nuttin but a bullet or jail time

[Big L]
Before the rap contract, I was sellin crack
Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into alla that
I started rappin and got nice as hell
If it wasn't for this I might be doin life in jail
And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin 'caineHallowed Land Lyrics
You'd love to be so far away It's not a long way to go, it's gonna end in your pain Greet open handed stranger Create the turmoil, you're not sane I want the last one to go to embers will revive, So stay You want to live a life time each and every day You've struggled before, I swear to do it again You've told it before till I, until I'm weakened and sore Seek
> If that's what you gotta do to maintain, go 'head and do your thang
But with the cash profit make an investment
And try not to go to the grave like the rest went
Cause you can be rich with crazy loot, own a house and nine cars
What good is that, if you're dead, or behind bars?
And yo it's not even funny
I've seen a lot of my peers give up they careers for some fast money
They could've been boxers, ballplayers or rap singers
Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers
Aiyyo they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt
They had dreams but gave em up cause they street struck

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Big L]
I still chill with my peeps in the streets; but most of the time
I'm in the crib, writin rhymes to some dope beats
Or either callin
On Fire Lyrics
(L. Stansfield/I. Devaney/A. Morris) What a tale I have to tell Makes me shiver when I think about A story for my conscience An adventure that I can't keep quiet It's the story of a golden boy So golden he can touch your heart A tale of a love affair A love affair that never stops Chorus: I love the way you laugh And the way you tantalise
up some freaks to bone
But word up, I try to leave the streets alone
But it's crazy hard kid, in other words, it's spooky
The streets be callin me, like the crack be callin Pookie
It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk
Cause where I'm from -- you can choke from the gunsmoke
Stay off the corners; that might be your best plan
Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man
Or end up with a deep cut
Or relaxin on a hospital bed, from bein street struck

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Big L]
Worrrd up!
Aiyyo take it from me, the Big L
Cause I been through it all, youknowhatI'msayin?
Stay off them corners you'll stay out of trouble
And I gotta say rest in peace to all the cats teasin streets
I'm outta here



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