Raw & Ready

[Intro: Big L] Ayo, Showbiz, man I had this bugged out dream last night that I was the Devil's son, B I was doin' some ill shit (Rest In Peace, Big L) [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, I gotta get the cash, gotta get the dough Gotta put it in my stash and lay low Honies used to walk right past years ago Look at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn't blow For real son, it's a new rebel in town Playa for life, picture L settling down Whenever I'm around, on your girl's face is a smile Never copping out, I'm taking all my cases to trial You know my team's the best, you've never seen me stressed I be еxtremely fresh in thе green GS How I’m living so far, swell, you can’t scar L Head of the Cartel, selling more cakes than Carvel While y’all be on the street corners, bummy and high I’m out buying the finest things money can buy I keep it ghetto, but still I’m a fly fellow Who love the cuties no matter if they dark skin or high yellow And corny rappers I squash and disgrace None of my bills got Washington’s face One love to all the big willy crews and cliques, who’s stacking pools of chips, making moves with bricks, what? [Verse 2: Party Arty] 80 spit it, stunting like baby did it GD get dirty, all crazy with it Coke from Broadway, to the hallway, we did it Smokin all day, me and shorty we hit it You know me, the macaroni with a whole lot of cheese And before I finish, I'm accepting apologies Son, I gotta squeeze at all y'all niggas in here Straight dirty rich niggas in here I'm like a bike, switch bitches in gear, you like Mike, bouta end your career, I’m bigger than fear, my niggas is here Fuck Crystal, gimme a beer My cars come with rims, jiggy affairs I come with Timbs I'm tired of niggas trying to rap in my hood Ain't the first time you get smacked in my hood Yapped in my hood, clapped in my hood I'm tryna bring a platinum plaque back to my hood Dog, why you up in my space? (Talkin crazy) Spittin all up in my face Gun tucked in my waist, blunt sunk in my face, I let my niggas hit yo bitch first, fuck it, I'll wait I'm in touch with my fate, son, I'm destined to do it Son, I flow like more niggas testin the fluid I am the P-80, who you tryin to be? I think y’all niggas doin a little too much admiring me [Outro: Party Arty] Stop it