Danger Zone - Big L

The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it

Sendin' poems to have them faggots

Diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart

L’s the nigga that crime follows

I’m hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles

I beat chumps 'til they head splits

Then break 'em like bread sticks

I sex chicks, I’ll even fuck a dead bitch

Always sprayin' TEC’s, because I be stayin' vexed

Some nigga named Dex was in the projects layin' threats

I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'

Put his brains in the street

Now you can see what he was just thinkin'

I’m chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale

Satan said I’m learnin' well, Big L’s gonna burn in Hell

Front and get scarred 'cause your rap style ain’t even hard

I run with a thieving squad, and none of us believe in God

(McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own

(Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own

I got styles you can’t copy, bitch

It’s the triple six in the mix, straight from H-E-double-hockey sticks

Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray

Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil Son’s way

Every minute, my style switches up

They said a real man won’t hit a girl

Well, I ain’t real, 'cause I beat bitches up

I use words that’s ill, L got nerves of steel

I’m cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill

I’m takin lives for a great price

I’m the type to snap in Heaven with a MAC-11 and rape Christ

And I’m fast to put a cap in a fag chest

The Big L’s mad stressed, 'cause Hell is my address

I’m on some satanic shit strictly

Little kids be wakin' up cryin'

Yellin', «Mommy, Big L is comin' to get me!»

(McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own

(Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own

I keep a cutie with a soft booty

Hoes be runnin' up, «Can I get your autograph, L?»

No, bitch, I’m off duty

I’m breakin' hottie hearts, niggas drop when my shotty sparks

It ain’t no food in my fridge, just body parts

I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged

I never wear rubbers, bitch — if I get AIDS, fuck it!

A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute

I’ll jump out a tinted rented, and leave a nigga body dented

And my swoll knob your main girl cold-slobbed

And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'

Ayo, crazy bitches slept with L

Then they niggas got mad and tried to step to L

But I’m sicker than a nigga that’s in special ed

So I suggest you spread, pretzelhead

'Fore I turn your white sweatsuit red

(McGruff:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(Big L:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own

(Big L:) 'Cause one-three-nine and Lenox is the Danger Zone

(McGruff:) Where no man can withstand or hold his own