[Chorus]

And once again the man's back (Big L)

Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"

And once again the man's back (Big L)

I got styles you can't copy, bitch

[Verse 1]

Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pen out

Keep frontin', I'ma try your chin out, I knocked a lot of men out

I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out

It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out

You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen

And if a bitch don't like me she must like women

Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'

Don't be mad 'cause yo' career's in the ninth innin'

It's over now, nigga, leave the game

I'm from the Danger Zone where emcees get slain

Where thugs'll never hesitate to squeeze the flame

Where niggas be takin' drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte

When I was OT, yo bitch wrote me

First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented

Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes

Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis

So why your bills got Washington's face?

A lot of cats be frontin', mad singles with a fifty on top

L tryna have the city on lock

Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cause they really were hot

Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer with us

Niggas wanna be L, ladies wanna see L

If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L"

What?

[Chorus]

And once again the man's back (Big L)

Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"

And once again the man's back (Big L)

I got styles you can't copy, bitch

And once again the man's back (Big L)

Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"

And once again the man's back (Big L)

I got styles you can't copy, bitch

[Verse 2]

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk, see a lot of switch in your walk

Only thugs get rich in New York

Time is runnin' out, niggas like, "L, when you comin' out?"

Because they sick of all this drag queen shit

Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit'

Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit

A bunch of niggas got smoked for the cash

Used to ride Greyhounds with dime hoes who stuff the coke in their ass

Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split

A lot of innocent kids got hit

Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son

We breed the smoothest niggas on the face of the Earth

Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote

As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke

Some hoes treated me like a bum nerd when I was unheard

Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird

I push whips while you walk all day

And I hate when strange niggas wanna talk all day

Clown ass shit, hate to be around that shit

You don't know me, just say what's up, give me a pound, that's it

When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out

You was at some cheap Chinese shit gettin' take out

How you make out, you took the fake route, you ought to break out

You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out

What?

[Chorus]

And once again the man's back (Big L)

Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"

And once again the man's back (Big L)

I got styles you can't copy, bitch

And once again the man's back (Big L)

Have y'all niggas like, "Dammit, this nigga done done it again"

And once again the man's back (Big L)

I got styles you can't copy, bitch