Lyrical Breakdown of Put It On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on

(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on

Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks

L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks

And every year 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 yo' guns go "pow pow"

I'm known 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 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36

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 onnn, 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 nigga

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!

C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!

Put it on, Big L!

Put it on, represent!

Put it on, c'mon, 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 peoples, the Children of the Corn

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

So put it on, Big L, put it on!

C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!

Big L, you gotta put it on and on!

Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!

Word up, knahmsayin?

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, c'mon!

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 A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)

I can't forget Diamond D (he 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 N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)

And I'm out