Yeah-yeah, Big L, Corleone (uh-huh) Flamboyant, baby (I hear you), for life I be that key niggy, you see jiggy, push the V-twiggy Large like Free Willy, be broke, don't be silly You's a low life, no hoes, no ice Don't be mad at me 'cause I chose your wife With this rap shit I'm so nice Don't cooperate with police On my spare time, I like to roll dice Not for petty change, play for G's and better You won't be rich as me if your whole crew put your cheese together Cash, I got plenty, microphones, rock many Everything I touch is in the top twenty Dumb hits, I'm the one chicks be hawkin' a lot Stay drivin', so I don't be walkin' a lot And the chains and diamonds rings that I be flossin' is hot Plus expensive, meanin' it be costin' a lot I'm the one, cuzzo, never slid with a bum ho If a chick lips is jumbo, I want some gumbo In a nigga mouth is where my gun go 139 is where I'm from, bro You know that, I'm just remindin' you Front and they'll be findin' you with shells from my 9 in you You trash, that's why nobody signin' you Ice blindin' you, click is timin' you (yeah) Waitin' to catch you flossin' somewhere so we can put you in a coffin this year Big L, Flamboyant Records, baby You know how we do You ain't got a chance (it's Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) You ain't got a chance (yeah) You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) I'm the first in rap to form a venture cap' While y'all research that, I let my seat go back The first Carlito of rap, well, after G rap My voice a needle in wax, gets the Devil attacked I hold your skull with my fingers in your eye sockets I won't even snitch to God, I'ma die solid I kept the doors open in them surplus Army stores in '94 and up for certain, army hat like it's war A firearm, fire Timbs, but this year's the year the disrespectful comparisons They jack anything on the internet, stupid kinda Believe in that, you believe in chupacabra Making funny music, it's doo-doo, caca Brain freeze, stuck face, need agua, palabra Give your little cute mama the side eye, a fly guy Then give that coochie a drive-by You don't keep it secure like asada My gun to your head, tell the truth Nas the monster that live under your bed 139th, Lenox Ave, my friend, Big L was the last of them I'm glad I'm from the same graduating class as him So pay full attention, remove your hat, you in the presence of a man who used to back spin Head spin, break dance, pop lock to Herbie Hancock, could rock box And now we on yachts to pushin' drop-tops (yeah) You ain't got a chance (it's Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) You ain't got a chance (yeah) You ain't got a chance at all (Flamboyant, Mass Appeal) Big L, Nas, baby We go way-way back, how many know about that? For today and tomorrow, it's forever Shoutout to Big L And you know it's about time we dropped the album, you know 'Cause it's-it's-it's long overdue I think, you know, the people would appreciate it Flamboyant, Mass Appeal for life