Holdin’ It Down

[Produced by Pete Rock]

[Intro: Big L & Pete Rock]
Yeah, yeah!
Flamboyant Entertainment
Big L

[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks
Spend money to dress them chicks
I sex them chicks and send 'em home
Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone, I'm rubbered up in case that shit full blown
The other night around 8 P.M
Pockets crazy slim, jumped out the grey BM
Went to the ATM, took a thou' out
Then later on, I had to wild out
In the club, knocked some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinkin' which chick number I could dial out?
'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp, baby, for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill
Playa haters be givin' me harsh looks
But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks
So F 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips keep my celly on
Mega-ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal, boo, I guess it's Perignon
If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
Yo, try to tax and watch the 9 mill burst
I've been off the scene over three years and cats is still thirst
To hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle — get a deal first!
I sport the bulletproof, fitted hat
That attitude — you better get rid of that
Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
What?! I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Makin' figures while you broke cats is keepin' it real
L is rap most livest cat
I'm gettin' stacks while you askin' people "Do you want fries with that?"
I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare-faced
The one police wouldn't dare chase
Keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without papes? No way, pal!
Word up! My money longer than the O.J. trial

[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, nigga long overdue (Big L)
And niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

Stan Spit! Yo, uh!

[Verse 2: Stan Spit]
Yo, what the hell y'all can tell Spit? Not shit!
I did a flick and rhymed on L's shit
Well, shit, expect me to go platinum
That's the only reason why I'm rappin'
And since L passed, niggas expect me to make it happen
With no release date, I sell in each state
I'm the type to drive to Philly for a cheese-steak
So what I'm a Harlem king? Doin' my thing, my name ring
Chains and dames what the fame bring
After platinum, it's the same thing
And niggas'll never learn
'Til I pull the steel and make they leather burn
You don't get another turn, game's over
Use my flamethrower, rearrange your Rover
Harlem soldier, wait 'til I get older
And we won't stop, I thought Ma$e told ya
Nigga Stan, he do what he gotta
And these haters can't do me nada
Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada

[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, nigga overdue (Big L)
And niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

[Verse 3: A.G.]
Yo, yo, move the fuck back!
A bring the heat when I touch tracks
These niggas beef, then wanna chill? Fuck that!
These rap niggas with the mills, we deduct that
I ask all my ghetto cats — where my love at?!
Now, where the brews and the drugs at?
Corrupt cats catch slug hats
Ask the Feds where the bugs at?
Puff with the dread 'cause I puff, black
High 'til I die, and you can trust that
All I wanna know is the club packed?
I see the haters sweatin' shorty, but I dug that
She put my nut sack back where her lungs at... little ho
And them niggas who owe, give up that!
Huh! It's me and Corle', like Eddie and Nolte
Go 'head and provoke me
Heard you rap, wanna rhyme? Better be dope, B
Still "Diggin'", still livin'
Still givin' y'all the ill writtens
Still fuckin' like Bill Clinton (Yo! Yo!)

[Chorus x4: Miss Jones]
Harlem World keep holdin' it down!
For Big L, nigga long overdue (Big L)
Niggas wanna know do you still got it, got it?
("It's so amazin'!")

[Outro: Pete Rock]
Big L