u aint gotta chance

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 20

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 (yeah), click is timin' you

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 backspin

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, Big 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)