Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deadly Combination, artist - Big L. Date of issue: 10.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deadly Combination |
| Yes, indeed, it’s the mix king Ron G |
| I got somethin' the world ain’t ready for |
| New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta |
| D.C., Detroit, New Orleans |
| Y’all know the deal, flavor! |
| Hahahahahaha |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| Baby |
| That’s how we do it |
| Follow me, tell me if you feel me |
| I think niggas is tryna kill me |
| Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me |
| Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal |
| My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel |
| See, niggas is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches |
| That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches |
| I’m tryin' to be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me |
| Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me |
| Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm |
| I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world 'til I’m gone |
| Bitches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn |
| I’m bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my niggas wrong |
| And then it’s on, before I leave, picture me |
| I’m spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free |
| Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it |
| Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it |
| This thug life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes, fuck with me |
| Have a hundred motherfuckers at your door with .44s |
| Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga |
| Thug Life |
| I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid |
| A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G |
| A Rock-A-Fella, like Shawn Carter |
| With more game than Ron Harper |
| The bomb sparker rapper slash armed robber |
| While y’all be on the corners bummy and high |
| I be out buyin' the finest shit money can buy |
| You wish you was in a position that I’m in |
| Hot rhymin', diamonds shinin', autograph signin' |
| My lifestyle is far out |
| Every week bring a different car out |
| I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh |
| ‘Cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene |
| Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream |
| Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem’s finest, yeah |
| That nigga who hold it down for Uptown |
| Hahahaha, that’s how we do it out here |
| On this underground real shit, nigga, it’s the heat, nigga |
| Now, rewind this motherfucker |
| You know you can’t help it |
| Deadly combination, boy |