Fall Back Lyrics - Singles - Big L

Yeah, check this shit out 

Cool G. Rap and my dog Big L 

Holdin it di-down, ya heard? 

Aiyyo, I heard your single, you better make a whole new song 

If they said that shit is hot then they told you wrong 

Clown niggaz, you ain't got a chance at all 

Big L Corleone too advanced for y'all 

I make moves and boss all across the world 

So don't be upset if I toss your girl 

I got cheddar to blow, pockets never get low 

Bitches sweat me wherever I go 

I cruise in a GS Lex', Cartier specs 

Nautica sweats with the fresh Gortex 

Jewels with baguettes, swingin' like the Mets 

Throwin' the dice and takin' all size bets 

Never bummy; sip rummy, get money 

When I hit honeys you felt the dick in her tummy 

On the le-low I see dough from here to Rio 

Flamboyant Records, see to the E-O - what? 

Yo, all of y'all weak people fall back 

G. Rap and Big L, we all that 

Goin' back to back where they brawl at 

Swing and walk with tall bats 

Leavin' big holes with small gats 

Have 'em all fallin' where the wall at 

All of y'all weak people fall back 

G. Rap and Big L, we all that 

Goin' back to back where they brawl at 

Swing and walk with tall bats 

Leavin' big holes with small gats 

Have 'em all fallin' where the wall at 

Yo, from the spot to the cell blocks 

Hot as hell blocks where shells pop 

Where they sell rock to cop the SL drop 

Hood bitches in nail shops; no good snitches that tell cops 

People find bodies in lobbies, you can smell shots 

Niggaz turn stale on the Rock until they bail drop 

New York livin', got a nigga four-fifth limpin' 

Send you as a gift to the mortician 

If you forfeit livin' - my fortune is forbidden 

I say it one time before spittin' 

Then I leave your forehead drippin' 

I laid low then came back for more bread grippin' 

More thread flippin' 

More head from chickens, it's time to turn the ape loose 

Bust out the cage and let the gauge loose 

Blow the feathers out of your Nordface goose 

It's G. Rap comin' back with a click of brave troops 

Have y'all niggaz runnin' for home base like Babe Ruth 

Have you holdin' holes in your body like you play flute 

Lay you down till you get found up in the sprayed Coupe 

Prepare for the takeover, give you the face makeover 

The seedier row and sheet draped over 

Be found on the block with the street taped over 

Or comin out of deep coma, your speech made slower 

Corona Queens shakedown, I'm comin' with the nickel-plate pound 

To trade rounds with all you fake clowns get down in the unsafe town 

Lacin' it down, black guerilla fams kid we takin' the crown 

Ya heard?