Big L-Put It On (Acapella) Chords
Tempo:
144.9 bpm
Chords used:
B
Bm
G
F
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] Ay yo, [F] you better flee, [B] hops, or [C#] get your head flown three [D] blocks
L-key rap, battards [C] pumpin' [C#m] like [Bm] Reeboks
[B] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers would still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild [Bm] style, always been a foul child
My guns [G#] go boom boom and your [Bm] guns go pow pow
I'm known to have a hidey open, I keep the shoddy [B] smokin'
Frontin', get half the bones [D#] and your body broken
And [B] 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 [Bm] cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got 35 [B] bodies, buddy, don't [E] make it 36
[B] Step to this, your good is gone, world is born
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 [Bm] on
Nobody can [F] take nothin' from Big L [G] but a lost chief
[D#] The [Bm] last punk who fronted got a mouth full [C] of forced teeth
I'm known to gas [C#] a hidey and [Bm] blast a shoddy
Got more cash [B] 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 [C#] up in [D#] your baby mother
[G] I push a slick [Bm] Benz, I'm known to hit skins and get ins
And [D] commit sins with sick [Bm] friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also [B] a [D] hunnid hitter
You think you [B] nice as me?
Ha ha, you's a funny nigger
I flow so [F] one of my [Bm] shows wouldn't be clever [C] to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed to tell you the truth, it gets no [B] better than this
[C#] I'm catchin' rec to the [B] break of dawn
And this song, yo, it's a must that I put [Bm] it on
Yeah, so put it on, [B] Big L, put it [G] on
Come on, put it on, Big fella, [Bm] put it on
And on, put it on, Big L, put it [G] on
Representin', put it on, come on, [B] put it on
Some [F] boy see me goin' hustlin', take a [C] whiffy choke
Boy, you're grindin' [D#] before you see [F] me goin' smokin'
See [B] me goin' hustlin', [C] take a whiffy choke
You're grindin' for me, you're [Bm] puffin'
I drink my wet night [B] black spirit, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace [Bm] to my homies in the gang, Celine, I'll see you when I get there
And it's the fact I keep a [B] gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the [D] wheelchair, Big L is the [C#m] villain you still fear
Cause I be hangin' in Harlem instead [G] of for real here
If [G#] you battle well, you pick the wrong head
I [C#] smash mics like [B] cornbreads, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm [Dm] known to pull steel [Bm] trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real [A] niggas who peel [B] wigs
My raps are steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't [C#m] Reggie Hammond
Peace to my [G] peoples, the children of the corner
Cause we put it on, [Bm] adios, go some God
So put it on, Big L, put it on
Come on, put it on, [G] big fella, put it on and on
Big [B] L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on, Big L, put it on and on
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Big L runnin' things for the 9-4, the 9-0-S
You know what I mean?
It's the kickin' pre and full flare
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, come on Lord Finesse
He be puttin' it on
My man Buck Wilde
He be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe
He be puttin' it on
Joe Benz 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
L-key rap, battards [C] pumpin' [C#m] like [Bm] Reeboks
[B] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers would still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild [Bm] style, always been a foul child
My guns [G#] go boom boom and your [Bm] guns go pow pow
I'm known to have a hidey open, I keep the shoddy [B] smokin'
Frontin', get half the bones [D#] and your body broken
And [B] 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 [Bm] cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got 35 [B] bodies, buddy, don't [E] make it 36
[B] Step to this, your good is gone, world is born
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 [Bm] on
Nobody can [F] take nothin' from Big L [G] but a lost chief
[D#] The [Bm] last punk who fronted got a mouth full [C] of forced teeth
I'm known to gas [C#] a hidey and [Bm] blast a shoddy
Got more cash [B] 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 [C#] up in [D#] your baby mother
[G] I push a slick [Bm] Benz, I'm known to hit skins and get ins
And [D] commit sins with sick [Bm] friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also [B] a [D] hunnid hitter
You think you [B] nice as me?
Ha ha, you's a funny nigger
I flow so [F] one of my [Bm] shows wouldn't be clever [C] to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed to tell you the truth, it gets no [B] better than this
[C#] I'm catchin' rec to the [B] break of dawn
And this song, yo, it's a must that I put [Bm] it on
Yeah, so put it on, [B] Big L, put it [G] on
Come on, put it on, Big fella, [Bm] put it on
And on, put it on, Big L, put it [G] on
Representin', put it on, come on, [B] put it on
Some [F] boy see me goin' hustlin', take a [C] whiffy choke
Boy, you're grindin' [D#] before you see [F] me goin' smokin'
See [B] me goin' hustlin', [C] take a whiffy choke
You're grindin' for me, you're [Bm] puffin'
I drink my wet night [B] black spirit, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace [Bm] to my homies in the gang, Celine, I'll see you when I get there
And it's the fact I keep a [B] gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the [D] wheelchair, Big L is the [C#m] villain you still fear
Cause I be hangin' in Harlem instead [G] of for real here
If [G#] you battle well, you pick the wrong head
I [C#] smash mics like [B] cornbreads, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm [Dm] known to pull steel [Bm] trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real [A] niggas who peel [B] wigs
My raps are steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't [C#m] Reggie Hammond
Peace to my [G] peoples, the children of the corner
Cause we put it on, [Bm] adios, go some God
So put it on, Big L, put it on
Come on, put it on, [G] big fella, put it on and on
Big [B] L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on, Big L, put it on and on
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Big L runnin' things for the 9-4, the 9-0-S
You know what I mean?
It's the kickin' pre and full flare
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, come on Lord Finesse
He be puttin' it on
My man Buck Wilde
He be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe
He be puttin' it on
Joe Benz 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
Key:
B
Bm
G
F
C#
B
Bm
G
[B] _ Ay yo, [F] you better flee, [B] hops, or [C#] get your head flown three [D] blocks
L-key rap, battards [C] pumpin' [C#m] like [Bm] Reeboks
[B] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers would still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild [Bm] style, always been a foul child
My guns [G#] go boom boom and your [Bm] guns go pow pow
I'm known to have a hidey open, I keep the shoddy [B] smokin'
Frontin', get half the bones [D#] and your body broken
And [B] 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 [Bm] cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got 35 [B] bodies, buddy, don't [E] make it 36
[B] Step to this, your good is gone, world is born
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 [Bm] on
Nobody can [F] take nothin' from Big L [G] but a lost chief
[D#] The [Bm] last punk who fronted got a mouth full [C] of forced teeth
I'm known to gas [C#] a hidey and [Bm] blast a shoddy
Got more cash [B] 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 [C#] up in [D#] your baby mother
[G] I push a slick [Bm] Benz, I'm known to hit skins and get ins
And [D] commit sins with sick [Bm] friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also [B] a [D] hunnid hitter
You think you [B] nice as me?
Ha ha, you's a funny nigger
I flow so [F] one of my [Bm] shows wouldn't be clever [C] to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed to tell you the truth, it gets no [B] better than this
[C#] I'm catchin' rec to the [B] break of dawn
And this song, yo, it's a must that I put [Bm] it on
Yeah, so put it on, [B] Big L, put it [G] on
Come on, put it on, Big fella, [Bm] put it on
And on, put it on, Big L, put it [G] on
Representin', put it on, come on, [B] put it on
Some [F] boy see me goin' hustlin', take a [C] whiffy choke
Boy, you're grindin' [D#] before you see [F] me goin' smokin'
See [B] me goin' hustlin', [C] take a whiffy choke
You're grindin' for me, you're [Bm] puffin'
I drink my wet night [B] black spirit, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace [Bm] to my homies in the gang, Celine, I'll see you when I get there
And it's the fact I keep a [B] gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the [D] wheelchair, Big L is the [C#m] villain you still fear
Cause I be hangin' in Harlem instead [G] of for real here
If [G#] you battle well, you pick the wrong head
I [C#] smash mics like [B] cornbreads, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm [Dm] known to pull steel [Bm] trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real [A] niggas who peel [B] wigs
My raps are steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't [C#m] Reggie Hammond
Peace to my [G] peoples, the children of the corner
Cause we put it on, [Bm] adios, go some God
So put it on, Big L, put it on
Come on, put it on, [G] big fella, put it on and on
Big [B] L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on, Big L, put it on and on
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Big L runnin' things for the 9-4, the 9-0-S
You know what I mean?
It's the kickin' pre and full flare
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, come on Lord Finesse
He be puttin' it on
My man Buck Wilde
He be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe
He be puttin' it on
Joe Benz 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
L-key rap, battards [C] pumpin' [C#m] like [Bm] Reeboks
[B] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers would still be virgins if crack never came out
I got the wild [Bm] style, always been a foul child
My guns [G#] go boom boom and your [Bm] guns go pow pow
I'm known to have a hidey open, I keep the shoddy [B] smokin'
Frontin', get half the bones [D#] and your body broken
And [B] 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 [Bm] cliques, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got 35 [B] bodies, buddy, don't [E] make it 36
[B] Step to this, your good is gone, world is born
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 [Bm] on
Nobody can [F] take nothin' from Big L [G] but a lost chief
[D#] The [Bm] last punk who fronted got a mouth full [C] of forced teeth
I'm known to gas [C#] a hidey and [Bm] blast a shoddy
Got more cash [B] 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 [C#] up in [D#] your baby mother
[G] I push a slick [Bm] Benz, I'm known to hit skins and get ins
And [D] commit sins with sick [Bm] friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also [B] a [D] hunnid hitter
You think you [B] nice as me?
Ha ha, you's a funny nigger
I flow so [F] one of my [Bm] shows wouldn't be clever [C] to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed to tell you the truth, it gets no [B] better than this
[C#] I'm catchin' rec to the [B] break of dawn
And this song, yo, it's a must that I put [Bm] it on
Yeah, so put it on, [B] Big L, put it [G] on
Come on, put it on, Big fella, [Bm] put it on
And on, put it on, Big L, put it [G] on
Representin', put it on, come on, [B] put it on
Some [F] boy see me goin' hustlin', take a [C] whiffy choke
Boy, you're grindin' [D#] before you see [F] me goin' smokin'
See [B] me goin' hustlin', [C] take a whiffy choke
You're grindin' for me, you're [Bm] puffin'
I drink my wet night [B] black spirit, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace [Bm] to my homies in the gang, Celine, I'll see you when I get there
And it's the fact I keep a [B] gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the [D] wheelchair, Big L is the [C#m] villain you still fear
Cause I be hangin' in Harlem instead [G] of for real here
If [G#] you battle well, you pick the wrong head
I [C#] smash mics like [B] cornbreads, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm [Dm] known to pull steel [Bm] trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real [A] niggas who peel [B] wigs
My raps are steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't [C#m] Reggie Hammond
Peace to my [G] peoples, the children of the corner
Cause we put it on, [Bm] adios, go some God
So put it on, Big L, put it on
Come on, put it on, [G] big fella, put it on and on
Big [B] L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on, Big L, put it on and on
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
My man Big L runnin' things for the 9-4, the 9-0-S
You know what I mean?
It's the kickin' pre and full flare
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, come on Lord Finesse
He be puttin' it on
My man Buck Wilde
He be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe
He be puttin' it on
Joe Benz 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