Big L - Devil's Son
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- by lizard
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUawT_tl7sg
Aiyo showbiz I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the devil's son B.
I was doin' some ill shit.
Chorus (Nas samples):
When I was twelve i went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (2x)
I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns.
L's a rebel, on the higher level, go get the shovel
'cause I'm the only son of the motherfuckin' devil.
It's a fact I'm livin 'foul black,
niggas should have known I was sick from the shit I did a while back.
'cause bein' bad I couldn't stop,
when I was in preschool, I beat a kid to death with a wooden block.
Faggot niggas I was back slappin',
I realized that every time I got mad, somethin' bad happens.
A nigga hit me wit' a can of beer, then he ran in fear,
later they found him hangin' from a chandelier.
Enemies I be buckin' quick
My moms know who I am 'cause she know who she was fuckin' wit'.
On my scalp, the 666, no tricks, when I catch fits, my mom picks up the crucifix.
And I kill chumps for the cheapest price, I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ.
Enemies I got several done; Big L, straight from hell: the motherfuckin' devil's son.
Chorus
Yo I'm all about takin' funds, I'm a stone villain known for killin' and rapin' nuns.
Aiyo, I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches,
look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes.
There's no doubt, I'm all about a dollar.
I just signed a lifetime contract with the funeral parlor.
This kid still owed me dough, I didn't take his life;
instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife.
This nigga Cole tried to diss me and that shit is risky,
the nigga took a swung but he missed me.
So I popped off, attitude knocked off, I spit in his motherfuckin' face and then balked off.
Once a hottie shot me with a shotty, I died but then I came back to life in another body.
The way I'm livin' is dead wrong,
I'm a devil from hell without the tail or the red horns.
Killin' is fun, I'm number one with a gun, front and get done,
because you can't run from the devil's son.
Chorus
The Big L is strict wit' gun play,
I run in church and pistol whip a priest every Sunday.
Once I put out a crazy order: I sent niggas to kill tom, his mom, and his baby daughter.
I'm livin' up to my extortion image, I be stalkin' Lennox,
catchin' more bodies than abortion clinics.
A kid tried to take L out, shot me in the chest with a tech,
I just laughed and spit the shell out.
Next I took his gun, then he dropped to his knees with ease,
I made him plead not to squeeze; but I ain't the type to fuss, I just like to bust.
Click clack (gunshot), another nigga bites the dust.
Shorts I'm takin' none,
misbehave and get sent to the grave by the devil's son.
Aiyo showbiz I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the devil's son B.
I was doin' some ill shit.
Chorus (Nas samples):
When I was twelve i went to hell for snuffin' Jesus (2x)
I'm wavin' automatic guns at nuns.
L's a rebel, on the higher level, go get the shovel
'cause I'm the only son of the motherfuckin' devil.
It's a fact I'm livin 'foul black,
niggas should have known I was sick from the shit I did a while back.
'cause bein' bad I couldn't stop,
when I was in preschool, I beat a kid to death with a wooden block.
Faggot niggas I was back slappin',
I realized that every time I got mad, somethin' bad happens.
A nigga hit me wit' a can of beer, then he ran in fear,
later they found him hangin' from a chandelier.
Enemies I be buckin' quick
My moms know who I am 'cause she know who she was fuckin' wit'.
On my scalp, the 666, no tricks, when I catch fits, my mom picks up the crucifix.
And I kill chumps for the cheapest price, I'm rollin' with Satan, not Jesus Christ.
Enemies I got several done; Big L, straight from hell: the motherfuckin' devil's son.
Chorus
Yo I'm all about takin' funds, I'm a stone villain known for killin' and rapin' nuns.
Aiyo, I even kill handicapped and crippled bitches,
look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes.
There's no doubt, I'm all about a dollar.
I just signed a lifetime contract with the funeral parlor.
This kid still owed me dough, I didn't take his life;
instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife.
This nigga Cole tried to diss me and that shit is risky,
the nigga took a swung but he missed me.
So I popped off, attitude knocked off, I spit in his motherfuckin' face and then balked off.
Once a hottie shot me with a shotty, I died but then I came back to life in another body.
The way I'm livin' is dead wrong,
I'm a devil from hell without the tail or the red horns.
Killin' is fun, I'm number one with a gun, front and get done,
because you can't run from the devil's son.
Chorus
The Big L is strict wit' gun play,
I run in church and pistol whip a priest every Sunday.
Once I put out a crazy order: I sent niggas to kill tom, his mom, and his baby daughter.
I'm livin' up to my extortion image, I be stalkin' Lennox,
catchin' more bodies than abortion clinics.
A kid tried to take L out, shot me in the chest with a tech,
I just laughed and spit the shell out.
Next I took his gun, then he dropped to his knees with ease,
I made him plead not to squeeze; but I ain't the type to fuss, I just like to bust.
Click clack (gunshot), another nigga bites the dust.
Shorts I'm takin' none,
misbehave and get sent to the grave by the devil's son.