Hook: Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (let 'em have it l) what? (give it to 'em l) yeah (x3) (let 'em have it) Verse 1: A-yo I'm serious
Hook: Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever) (x4) (Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah (x3) (Let 'em have it) Verse 1: A-yo I'
Traduction: Big L. Let 'Em Have It' L '.
not a mo wetta?? Challenge me with the bling these niggas know betta The wings are as big as the logo on those sweaters Hoes betta, have a fall back
'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Fabolous (Fab): Preach, Brother preach (Rev.): Fabolous (Fab): Preach Brother preach (Rev.): Preach to 'em
(feat. Red Cafe & Hunt) Fuck 'em all, motherfuck 'em all [x8] (What else?) You so lame it should be your first name And I'm so raw, I'm Bolivian cocaine
'm mashin'em Dunkin off the glass on'em These other players with full court press harassin'em Yeah I'm in the zone Colors in the stones They look, they hook'em
em go, but jail is where most of dem been It's so damn pathetic, I'm coppin' hammer after hammer Gotta hammer fetish, beef - I'll let tha hammer get it
no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating Your troops execution style, leaving em face down on the pavement A career with them here, look em up and let's see who's the boss Watching it
all your relatives and your friends in Hell now let me tell you something you f--king piece of s--- you'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it
; fuck it, let's all do one {*all sniffing*} I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside [Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)] (
what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what
50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax it's extortion
t I think of this before lil Dre, let me hit'em on up I hit'em up, he said he'll come right through He got the L.A., L.A., I said I'll be right through
dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun They know that me noddin' they head off And I gots to have me fun Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
see eye to eye But for me when it come to him I'm straight do or die I couldn't have said it better cause I feel the same It's just some things that
