"u aint gotta chance" lyrics

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 yo' wife
With this rap shit, I'm so nice
Don't cooperate wit' police
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 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 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, cuz-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 9 in you
You trash, that's why nobody's signing you
Ice blinding you, click is timing you
Waiting to catch you flossin' somewhere
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'ma 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 Timb's, 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 (Yeah)

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 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 going to appreciate it
Flamboyant, Mass Appeal
For life