Big L - Furious Anger Lyrics






[Reporter:]
Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at
A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.

[car spinning out of control and crashing]
[beat drops]
[multiple gunshots]
[Samuel L. Jackson:] "And you will know my name is the lord... "

[Big L:]
Shyheim, yeah
Corleone
Uh-huh, check it out

Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out
Not knowin the walk, so put the price out
To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up
You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft
If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off
Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk
I hope ya ready for the kick-off
Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'
It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out
The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out
Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot
1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block
I left enough a y'all stinkin
What the fuck was y'all thinkin?
My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin
Yo, what?

[Shyheim:]
Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me
I'll probably die from the death penalty
Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity
I'm not pussy so I don't need security
Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street
I did wet more people than the pool and the beach
So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV
O.G., that's why they put me in a movie
Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face
You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy
Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee
Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender
Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh

[gunshots]
[Samuel L. Jackson:]
"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy
My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord."

[Big L:]
If you got somethin to say, then cough it out
Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out
The heat they ready to talk it out
What is there to talk about?
You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin
Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway
And put one a you punks in the ground
Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around
Like you scarin us, not even
Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin

[Samuel L. Jackson:] "My name is the lord... "

[Shyheim:]
Niggas be actin like they hoodlums
Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims
In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin
Put his ear to his chin
I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old
Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold
It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice
But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots





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  1. R.... B....

    This used to be my SHIT & still is
    Shyheim's Vlad interview brought me back.. Its crazy how Big L started the song after hearing Shyheim talk about gettin robbed 4 his jewelry

  2. b.... s....

    Harlem's finest
    I was born in the Harlem too.
    Peace to corleone m.v.p

  3. K.... O....

    [car spinning out of control and crashing]
    [beat drops]
    [multiple gunshots]
    [Samuel L. Jackson:] "And you will know my name is the lord... "

    [Big L:]
    Shyheim, yeah
    Corleone
    Uh-huh, check it out

    Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out
    Not knowin the walk, so put the price out
    To get you stuck and punch ya lights out
    Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out
    And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up
    You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft
    If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off
    Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk
    I hope ya ready for the kick-off
    Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off
    I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack
    Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'
    It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out
    The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out
    Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot
    1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block
    I left enough a y'all stinkin
    What the fuck was y'all thinkin?
    My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin
    Yo, what?

    [Shyheim:]
    Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me
    I'll probably die from the death penalty
    Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity
    I'm not pussy so I don't need security
    Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street
    I did wet more people than the pool and the beach
    So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV
    O.G., that's why they put me in a movie
    Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face
    You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy
    Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee
    Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender
    Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh

    [gunshots]
    [Samuel L. Jackson:]
    "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
    And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy
    My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord."

    [Big L:]
    If you got somethin to say, then cough it out
    Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out
    The heat they ready to talk it out
    What is there to talk about?
    You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin
    Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway
    And put one a you punks in the ground
    Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around
    Like you scarin us, not even
    Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin

    [Samuel L. Jackson:] "My name is the lord... "

    [Shyheim:]
    Niggas be actin like they hoodlums
    Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims
    In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin
    Put his ear to his chin
    I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old
    Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold
    It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice
    But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots

  4. T.... J....

    Eminem’s influence

  5. J.... C....

    Only the ogs rock this shit to this day. Stay hard cunts

  6. M.... M....

    Dam. Glad I found this. Rip big L.

  7. T.... L....

    My name is tha Lord

  8. a.... ....

    Never won a gold plat can I get a soul clap

  9. G.... B....

    *:[ CLaSsiC ]:*
    *:[____BiG L R.i.P.____]:*

  10. A.... B....

    Jay-Z killed big L, Period.

    A.... B....

    Big l was shot 9 times in Harlem. He lived the things he rapped about.

  11. Z.... Z....

    This beat is cold af. Straight fire from L as always.🔥🔥🔥

  12. B.... L....

    I wonder why this wasn't a big hit back then. This beat alone is timeless, paired with the aggressive lyrics which give this song it's soul.

  13. D.... B....

    Harlem's finest- RIP Big L.

  14. T.... ....

    This is a Shyheim song. With Big L on the track. Not the other way around

    T.... ....

    What's it feel like to be the only person on the planet to like your own comment? Step outta the closet, your anus leaks seamen quicker than a faucet.

    T.... ....

    Yo @Jhon Sepulvedo you talk like a fruit cake yourself. Clean up your life and stop living like a low life mutt. Get ya mind right.

  15. R.... D....

    R.i.p big L and anybody who disliked the song is a piece of shit who listens to shitty new school trap music

  16. A.... G....

    rip big l aka devil son

  17. i.... ....

    R.I.P My brother! We know your name is The Lord!

  18. B.... S....

    Rip Big L ! Ça c'est du rap à l'etat pur comme on n'en fait plus aujourd'hui + tout le talent de Samuel L. Jackson réunit en une seule phrase !! "And I will strick down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD !" C'est encore mieux en VO !!!! Mythique ! !

  19. M.... C....

    r.i.p   big l

  20. S.... M....

    Heard this track before i saw Pulp Fiction, than when I saw it i was like I fuckin heard that from somewhere.

  21. D.... T....

    This track just brought me way back. Nice upload, respect.

  22. j.... v....

    Samuel l Jackson

  23. R.... P....

    Imagine if he was still alive..... DAMN
    RIP BIG L.... Forever one of the greatest to bad ya time was short.
    Forever loved by all of us.

  24. I.... J....

    You would think this song would pump u up from the title, but realistically... It just makes you kinda sad because what they are saying is the truth and that Big L is gone. Damn

    I.... J....

    L was real. Thru and thru...

  25. c.... m....

    damn big l is sick i have been missing out on this foo glad i found his shit

  26. b.... s....

    the beat!

  27. J.... ....

    This beat is fuckn cold, and the lyrics ice this shit off.

  28. L.... H....

    this is very nice

  29. N.... ....

    Damn right before he was going to make real music cont he had to die world is fucking cold

  30. H.... ....

    Great Upload !
    Greetings from Greece