[Big L] A yo spark up the phillies and pass the stout Making quick money grip before your a** is out In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Iight then L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat, Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a chevorlette 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-rings 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!
[Miss Jones] It's Big L, Repeat 4x
[Big L] Yo it's a must that I get papes Peace to all the dj's who gave me love on their mix tapes And once again the man's back with a denged track So here's your chance jack to get loose and let your hand clap. I got juice like voco, mad crues I broke thru, N****s 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 sorcers No more iron horses cause I'm buying porches. I'm coming straight out the nyc peace to the Kid Carpi, I'm M. V. P.
(Miss Jones): If rap was a game i'll be M. V. P., the most valuable poet on the M. I. C. If rap was a game i'll be M. V. P., the most valuable poet on the M. I. C. It's Big L (repeat 4x)
Battles I loose none I make crues 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, and take your Pelle Pelle. I'm the neighborhood lampor, punani vamper, mess around you'll find My silk Boxers 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 since I'm looking 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 job, and I'm M. V. P.