Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Aye, yo, you better flee hops

Or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks

And every day, I gain clout, and my name sprouts

Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out

I got the wild style, always been a foul child

My guns go boom boom, and your guns go pow pow

I'm know to have a hottie open

I keep the shotty smokin'

Front and get half the bones in your body broken

And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie

I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi

I run with sturdy cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks

Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six

Step to this, you're good as gone, word is bond

I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on

Come on, put it on, and on, and on

Come on, put it on Big L, put it on

Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on

Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief

The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth

I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty

Got more cash than Gotti

You don't know, you better ask somebody

Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover

A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother

I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins

And get ends and commit sins with sick friends

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter

You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny ****

I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss

I'm leavin' competitors pissed

To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this

I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn

In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on

Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on

Come on, put it on, big fella, put it on and on

Put it on, Big L, put it on, represent

Put it on, come on, put it on

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke

Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke

See me, gun nozzle, and take me fi joke

You gwan dead from a me you provoke

I drink Moët, not Beck's beer

I stay dressed in slick gear

Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean

I see you when I get there

And it's a fact, I keep a gat in my arm reach

I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach

I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair

Big L is the villain you still fear

'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here

If you battle L, you picked the wrong head

I smash mics like cornbread

You can't kill me, I was born dead

And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs

I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs

My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon

It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond

Peace to my people's, the Children of the Corn

'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on

Come on, put it on, big brother, put it on and on

Big L, you got to put it on and on

Put it on, Big L, put it on, and on

Word up, know what I'm sayin'

My man, Big L, runnin' things for the nine four

And nine-oh-S, you know what I mean?

It's the Kid Capri, in full flair

And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this

Big L, come on

Lord Finesse (He be puttin' it on)

My man, Buckwild (He be puttin' it on and on)

My man Fat Joe (He be puttin' it on)

Showbiz and AG (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)

I can't forget Diamond D (They be puttin' it on)

The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)

And of course, Kid Capri (Yeah, I be puttin' it on)

The whole NYC, and I'm out (Yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)