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Lamont Coleman (May 30, 1974 – February 15, 1999), better known by his stage name Big L, was an American rapper. Coleman was born and raised in Harlem, New York, where he started his rapping career with Three the Hard Way. His first professional appearance came on Lord Finesse's "Yes You May (Remix)". He released his debut video, Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous in 1995, and significantly contributed to the underground hip hop scene. He created his own independent label, Flamboyant Entertainment, in 1998 where he released one of his best known singles "Ebonics" (1998). more »

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2000

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Hey yo, the streets love me, man 
And I love the streets 
So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit 
Ya know me better than that 

Ayo, I shoulda been out 
I'm deadly when I pull the pin out 
Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out 
I knocked a lot of men out 
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out 
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out 
You see ?codione?, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen 
And if a bitch don't like me she must like women 
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' 
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin' 
It's over now, nigga, leave the game 
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain 
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame 
We're niggaz be takin' drugs just to ease the pain 
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte 
When I was OT your bitch rode me 
First day home I dived in it 
Left her thighs dented 
Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes 
Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis 
So why your bills got Washington's face? 
A lot of cats be frontin' 
Made singles wit' a fifty on top 
L tryin' to have the city on lock 
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot 
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us 
Niggaz want to be L, ladies want to see L 
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" 
What 

Word up man, them niggaz is hungry 
They ready to bite a nigga arm off 

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? 
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us 
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? 
And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up 

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk 
See a lot of switch in your walk 
Only thugs get rich in New York 
Time is runnin' out 
Niggaz like,"L, when you comin' out?" 
Because they sick of all this drag queen shit 
Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit' 
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit 
A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash 
Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass 
Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split 
A lot of innocent kids got hit 
Harlem World be the place of my borough, believe me son 
We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the earth 
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote 
As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke 
Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve when I was unheard 
Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird 
I push whips while you walk all day 
And I hate when strange niggaz want to talk all day 
Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit 
You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it 
When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out 
You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out 
How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out 
You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out 
What 

Fuckin' punks 
Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday 

Yeah 
Flamboyant Entertainment 
Big L, Rondell 
You know how we do 
One time 
Can't forget my partner 
Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down 
The overseer 
Flamboyant

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