Released on March 28, 1995

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[Verse 1]

Yo, once again, it's the Big L, that kid who got much props

From killin' corrupt cops with motherfuckin' buck shots

So don't step to this, 'cause I got a live crew

You might be kinda big, but they make coffins your size, too

I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys

This ain't Cali — it's Harlem, nigga, we do walk-by's

No one can match me, tax me, or wax me

If you want me to write you some raps, G, just ask me

'Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood

Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood

I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck their guts out

Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out

Me bein' a virgin? That's idiotic

'Cause if Big L got the AIDS, every cutie in the city got it

Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's

And I put more holes in his ass than Swiss cheese


[Chorus]

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black


[Verse 2]

I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone, chief

Or catch a buck shot to your dome piece

I must warn — I got it goin' on, word is bond

Ducks be gettin' thrown off platforms like PM Dawn

I'm catchin' bodies like a villain's supposed to

And I squeeze triggers — not just on niggas, but hoes too

So don't try to test me, 'cause I can't stand testers

Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors

Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal

But, man, you've been rappin' for years now

And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec

In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet

I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised

I'm puttin' motherfuckers on the Daily News

I was a gangsta from the get-go

Leavin' fags in body-bags with tags on their big toe


[Chorus]

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black


[Verse 3]

Yo, ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats

And I'm known to milk freaks and hit 'em on silk sheets

No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame

I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain

I be placin' snitches inside lakes and ditches

And if I catch AIDS, then I'ma start rapin' bitches

I'm all about makin' papes, kid

I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did

My old man in the past stuck me up without a mask

Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast

Fifty G's is what the creep stole

So the next day, knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole

That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond

Got it goin' on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'

You know my style, I'm wild, comin' straight out of Harlem, pal

It's Big L, the motherfuckin' problem child


[Chorus]

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black

(Thugs better scat when the gat goes click-clack!)

Or I'ma have your family dressed in all black


[Outro]

This goes out to all y'all bitch-ass niggas!

So if your mother ain't ready for a funeral, don't fuck with me

'Cause I know a good way to get your family together, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a reunion, motherfucker!

Yo, I'm 'bout to sign out, but before I go, I gotta say peace to the NFL crew

You know who you are!

And all y'all niggas talkin' that gun shit and won't bust a rhyme: stop fakin' the funk!

Word! I'm 'bout to get up outta here!

Yo, I'm out, B!

Yo, peace, man!

I gotta get this money; so all y'all niggas on my hit list — get your suits ready! Hahahaha!