M.V.P. - Big L

Aiyyo spark up the phillies and pass the stout

Making quick money grip before your ass is out

In a street brawl, I strike men quicker than lightnin

You seen what happened in my last fight friend?

Aight then

L’s a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat

Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a chevrolette

And clown rappers I’m bound to slay

I’m saying hi to all the cuties from around the way

Yeah, cause I got all of them sprung Jack

My girls are like boomer-rangs

No matter how far I throw them, they come back

I’m coming straight out the N.Y.C.

I’m down with diggin in the crates

And I’m M.V.P.

yeah!

If rap was a game I’ll be M.V.P.

The most valuable poet on the M.I.C.

Yo it’s a must that I get papes

Peace to all the DJ’s who gave me love on they mix tapes

And once again the man’s back with a drenged track

So here’s your chance jack to get loose and let your hands clap

I got juice like boco, mad crews I broke through

niggas be getting mad cause I hit more chicks than they spoke to And everytime I’m in a jam I always find a loophole

I got a crime record longer than Manute Bol

And my raps is unbelievable like aliens and flying saucers

No more iron horses cause I’m buying Porsches

I’m coming straight out the NYC peace to the Kid Carpi, I’m M.V.P.

Battles I lose none I make crews run

I get fools done, got ten fingers but only use one

My run is like Machine Gun Kelly, with a black skully

Put one in your belly, leave you smelly, then take your Pelle Pelle

I’m the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you’ll find

My silkboxers in your mommy’s hamper

And nowadays girls want you for your money

I’m like Hev, I got nothing but love for you honey

And yes I’m living slick and my pockets are thick

I need surgery to get chicks removed from my (chill)

I’m coming straight out the N.Y.C., raps my J.O.B., and I’m M.V.P.