u aint gotta chance (Explicit)

u aint gotta chance (Explicit) - Big L/Nas

Composed by：A. Hug/J. Gumer/L. Coleman/M. Herard/N. Jones/R. Mandell/Z. Niess

Produced by：Mike H. o/b/o The Estate of Lamont Coleman/G Koop/2One2/Al Hug

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 me 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 of 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 her secure like Assata

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 hats

You in the presence of a man who used to back spin

Head spin breakdance pop-lock to Herbie Hancock and "Rock Box"

And now we on yachts and 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

Shout 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