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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big L
Big L
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L. Coleman
L. Coleman
Songwriter
Robert Hall Jr.
Robert Hall Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lord Finesse
Lord Finesse
Producer
John Shriver
John Shriver
Assistant Engineer
Chris Irish
Chris Irish
Assistant Engineer
Dino Zervos
Dino Zervos
Assistant Engineer
Mack Robinson
Mack Robinson
Assistant Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
Chris Conway
Chris Conway
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah it's the Big L
Comin' at you once again in nine-five
And I dedicate this one to all my peoples from Uptown
And everywhere, check it
[Verse 2]
Yo, where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream
There's a lot of peer pressure growin' up as a young teen
You never know when you gonna get wet
'Cause mad clowns be catchin' wreck with a tec just to get a rep
Instead of cool friends they'd rather hang with male thugs
Instead of goin' to school they'd rather sell drugs
It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one
Because it's gonna catch up with you in the long run
Brothers be on the corners actin' stupid gettin' lifted
They life is twisted and most of them are quite gifted
In other words they got talent but they'd rather sell cracks
And bust gats and run the streets actin' violent
To them it's all about hittin' skins and makin' some easy green
'Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen
All they care about is a buck or bustin' a sweet nut
They don't give a (What?) 'cause they street struck
[Verse 3]
You betta listen when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
[Verse 4]
Before the rap contract I was selling crack
Stay strapped with a Mac, I was into all of that
I started rappin' and got nice as hell
If it wasn't for this I might be doin' life in jail
And some of my peeps are still in the game sellin 'caine
If that's what you gotta do to maintain go 'head and do your thang
But with the cash profit make an investment
And try not to go to the grave like the rest went
'Cause you can be rich with crazy loot own a house and nine cars
What good is that if you're dead or behind bars?
And yo, it's not even funny
I've seen a lot of my peers give up their careers for some fast money
They could've been boxers, ballplayers, or rap singers
Instead they bank robbers and crack slingers
Hey yo, they used to be legit kids, now they corrupt
They had dreams, but gave 'em up 'cause they street struck
[Verse 5]
You betta listen when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
We betta listen when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
[Verse 6]
I still chill with my peeps in the streets but most of the time
I'm in the crib writin' rhymes to some dope beats
Or either callin' up some freaks to bone
But word up I try to leave the streets alone
But it's crazy hard, kid, in other words it's spooky
The streets be callin' me like the crack be callin' Pookie
It ain't a dumb joke, listen to this young folk
'Cause where I'm from you can choke from the gunsmoke
Stay off the corners that might be your best plan
Before you catch a bullet that was meant for the next man
Or end up with a deep cut or relaxin' on a hospital bed
From bein' street struck
[Verse 7]
You betta listen when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
You betta listen when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
So pay attention when L rhyme
'Cause bein' street struck'll get you nothin' but a bullet or jail time
[Verse 8]
Word up, hey yo, take it from me, the Big L
'Cause I been through it all, you know what I'm sayin'?
Stay off them corners, you'll stay out of trouble
And I gotta say rest in peace to all the casualties of the streets
I'm outta here
Written by: L. Coleman, R. Hall, Robert A. Hall
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