"u aint got a chance" lyrics
(feat. Nas)
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
Youse a low life: no hoes, no ice
Don't be, mad at me, cause I chose yo' wife
With this rap shit I'm so nice
Don't co-operate wit' po-lice
On my spare time, I like to roll dice
Not for petty change, play for Gs and better
You won't be rich as me, if your
Whole crew put y'all 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 hawking a lot
Stay driving, so I don't be walking a lot
And the chains and diamond
Rings that I be flossing is hot
Plus expensive, meaning it be costing a lot
I'm the one cause-o, 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 reminding you
Front they'll be finding you
With shells from my nine in you
You trash that's why nobody signing you
Ice blinding you, click is timing you
Waiting to catch you flossin' so we can
Put you in the coffin this year
Big L, Flamboyant Records, baby
You know how we do
You ain't got a chance
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance at all
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance
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 on needle and wax
Gets the devil attacked
I hold your skull with my
Fingers in your eye sockets
I won't even snitch to God, I'mma die solid
I kept the doors open in them surplus army stores
In '94 enough for certain, army hat like it's war
A firearm, fire Timbs, but this year is
The year of the disrespectful comparisons
They jack anything on the Internet, stupid kinda
Believe in that, you believe the 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 a side-eye
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 backspin, headspin, breakdance
Pop lock to Herbie Hancock and Rock Box and
Now we on yachts and pushing drop tops
You ain't got a chance
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance at all
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance
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 out to Big L
And you know it's about time he dropped the
Album you know cause it's it's it's long overdue
I think you know the people
Going to appreciate it
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
For life
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
Youse a low life: no hoes, no ice
Don't be, mad at me, cause I chose yo' wife
With this rap shit I'm so nice
Don't co-operate wit' po-lice
On my spare time, I like to roll dice
Not for petty change, play for Gs and better
You won't be rich as me, if your
Whole crew put y'all 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 hawking a lot
Stay driving, so I don't be walking a lot
And the chains and diamond
Rings that I be flossing is hot
Plus expensive, meaning it be costing a lot
I'm the one cause-o, 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 reminding you
Front they'll be finding you
With shells from my nine in you
You trash that's why nobody signing you
Ice blinding you, click is timing you
Waiting to catch you flossin' so we can
Put you in the coffin this year
Big L, Flamboyant Records, baby
You know how we do
You ain't got a chance
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance at all
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance
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 on needle and wax
Gets the devil attacked
I hold your skull with my
Fingers in your eye sockets
I won't even snitch to God, I'mma die solid
I kept the doors open in them surplus army stores
In '94 enough for certain, army hat like it's war
A firearm, fire Timbs, but this year is
The year of the disrespectful comparisons
They jack anything on the Internet, stupid kinda
Believe in that, you believe the 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 a side-eye
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 backspin, headspin, breakdance
Pop lock to Herbie Hancock and Rock Box and
Now we on yachts and pushing drop tops
You ain't got a chance
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance at all
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
You ain't got a chance
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 out to Big L
And you know it's about time he dropped the
Album you know cause it's it's it's long overdue
I think you know the people
Going to appreciate it
Flamboyant Mass Appeal
For life
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Robert Mandell, Zachary Frank Niess, Lamont Coleman, Adam Guindi, Jesse Gumer, Michael Herard, Alessandro Hug
