[Verse 1]
Yo while we hold gats, you hold knives
And when you sold eighths, we sold pies and when you rode bikes, we drove 5s
There's no comparison son, it's just embarrasing
I'm runnin' with some of the baddest men in the whole New York
We hold the fort while you crab cats is holding tips
Playa hatin', pushing stolen whips
We at the dice game rollin' trips
Out of town throwing bricks taking over
Cooking up coke with baking soda
I buy hot jewels and ice it down
While you go to the jewellery store with short doe tryna bring the prices down
You better spread with them $30 kicks on
Or get whipped on, knocked out cold and pissed on
L is a heavyweighter with steady paper
You the type to go to jail for a petty caper
Then come home on good behavior
Talkin' bout you no longer hard now 'cause you a man of God now
Yo it's amazing, L is blazing, always been
Before I put the braids in, I use to let the waves spin
What you be saying don't impress me at all
And them chicks you be jayin' don't be sexy at all
Word life, everything that I recite stand out
Go 'head and front, so I can try this right hand out
Across your jaw, L never lost a war
No respect for the cowards who enforce tha law
You got something to say, then cough it out
'Cause cowards be wanting 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 suttin
I should start bussing anyway and put one of you punks in the ground
Y'all cowards be killin' me with y'all faces frown, jumpin' around
Like you scaring L, not even
'Cause I'ma be a thug until I stop breathin'
Plus I'm running with a smooth ass crew, that'd shoot at you
You wanna knuckle up, whatever, we can do that too
[Verse 2]
Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks, impress them chicks
Spend money to dress them chicks, I sex them chicks
Then send them home, Corleone is known to be stoned
When I bone, I rubber duck in case that chick full blown
The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim
Jumped out the grey BM, went to the ATM
Took a thou' out, then later on I had to wild out
In the club, knock some coward and his pal out
Then afterwards, went to the restroom, pissed Cristal out
Now I'm thinking what chick number I can dial out
'Cause it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real
I got more dimes then that sprint lady, and that's ill
Playa haters be givin me harsh looks
But I'm tryna sell records like Garth Brooks
So f 'em all, when it's cold I throw the skelly on
Illegal chips, keep my celly on, mega ice is what I'm heavy on
If it ain't Cristal boo, I guess it's Pérignon
If the na-na's too tight, I throw some jelly on
Yo try to tax and watch the 9 mil burst
I've been off the scene over 3 years and cats is still thirst
They hear Big L drop an ill verse
So all you unsigned cats that wanna battle, get a deal first
I sport the bulletproof, fitted-hat, that attitude you better get rid of that
Wherever you floss is where you gon' get it at
What? I stay strapped, I go to sleep with my steel
Making figures while you broke cats keeping it real
L is rap's most livest cat
I'm getting stacks while you asking people, "Do you want fries with that?"
I rob fags in the staircase, no mask, bare face
The one police wouldn't dare chase, keep my gear laced
Do I walk around without papes? No way pal
Word up, my money longer than the OJ trial
