[Intro: Big L]
Check it out now
Big L Corleone (No doubt)
Flamboyant Entertainment (Uh-huh)
One love to my big brother, Big Lee (No doubt)
Holdin' it down from the inside right now (C'mon)
When you come home, it's on (Watch this)
Herb McGruff (Yo)
Universal, Harlem World shit
Yeah (No doubt), 139 & Lenox shit (You know how we do)
Uh, Danger Zone shit, check it out
[Verse 1: Big L]
I be twistin' bitches a lot, have 'em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot
I'll be droppin' like early August, late July
Wit' tracks that'll make you cry; hate you, die
Stop frontin', you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'
You mad 'cause I knocked yo' ho
While cops watch me, I got cats who watch po-po
My block loco, don't need a crew, I rock solo (What)
Or with my nigga Gruff
These faggot niggas ain't rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit' dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up
Fuck what my last sold, my new shit is goin' past Gold
And if you don't agree, you's a asshole
Mark my word, you gon' make me park the bird
And spark this herb, 'til Homicide chalk the curb, ya heard?
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the fuck I'm from
[Verse 2: McGruff]
The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups
Kingpin cats lose their crowns in cuffs
Some get murdered, some get shot (Boaw boaw boaw)
Sold it all – nigga, heron, cocaine, pot, it don't stop
Rise to the top, nigga, stop despisin' my pops
Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block
Bitches lookin' at the size of my rocks, size of my knots
Keep a stash box, ride with them Glocks
Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops (What!)
Yeah, I'm Gruff and I'ma die with my props
Die by the gun, thou shall come, but for now have fun
Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue
Violence is young, wild as they come
Catch me in Harlem World smokin' salads with sons, what
Ayo, cats wanna talk trash, yo, I talk cash and take it
Make they ass get naked
It's a stick-up (Get on the floor, nigga! Huh? Huh?!)
So y'all niggas crash the pavement
Pass yo' chains, pass yo' Rollies, pass yo' bracelets
Or feel them hollow-laced tips, nigga (What! What! Huh?!)
I spray clips at the punks that be runnin' they lips
Not gutter, they bitch
Gun to them – squeeze off, don't miss none of them
Screw po-po right in front on them
Double-M, goddamn, niggas shouldn't have fucked with him
(Y'all niggas thought you could fuck with that nigga Gruff? Huh?! Huh?!)
Y'all niggas is sufferin', I'm thug hustlin'
Rushin' in, in coke spots, cold bustin' in
Yeah, it's us again, stuck you before
Tied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the raw
Nigga, what!? Yeah, Harlem World... Big L
Herb McGruff, nigga, holdin' it down, '98 shit, fuck that! Word up
[Verse 3: I-Born]
Ayo holy war, chrome four-four
Twelve shots call, I came deep
One-hundred-one wolves at your front door
Mouths foamin', rubber grips laid on my hip
Cock it and spit, split his whole shit, empty the whole clip
Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bid
Four-five, got hit wit' two more, then the god slid
Why try? Watched men die, let the slugs fly
Stay high, I'm from the streets, Murderville, NY
I told y'all I was comin' (Uh-huh) niggas thought I was frontin' (Yeah)
I-Born Allah, in '9-bill, I'm sayin' something
MCs petro; me lose? Hell no
You're wet? No
My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo
Me and D.O., on the lee-low, lay low
Call Grago, Boriquas call him Flaco
The latest Timb's, I got those, burn that ass like Tobosco
You know my name hot in hell, Fidel Castro
Ask no questions – fuck you and your weapons
You're pussy, your gun ain't went off since '87
My MAC-11 shot 33 in your direction
Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected?
Well-connected, from the slums where life's hectic
Niggas starvin', need paper, jackals is desparate
Ayo, movin' like Israelis, sippin' Henny and Bailey's
Got a deal now, I'm signed, what the fuck can you tell me?
What! Murderville
All squares beware
Hot hell, nigga, torture
[Verse 4: CL Smooth]
Ha, listen closely, to how CL's focus be
Who rope me, in diamond-gold ball rosary
Had supposedly, tarnished his name and status
Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress
Imagine this, in my technique's
The swervin' authentic version, M.D. Mount to Vernon
Touchin' anybody like that lime and Bacardi
To whippin' all the watercrafts down in Yardie
Half-steppin', hardly making son perfectly clear
My yacht master pay your rent for the year
The buck stops here, ain't a damn thing funny
Barbershop niggas always bad-mouthin' money
Or maybe, I'm the whole key to your shtick
Hearin' cats talk about me like a chick
They gotta be sick, ad-libbing, we singin'
Went from day one, over there we bring it
Or scrap like hockey
Cocky, blow it acqui
The posse, car shows under the marquee
Dressed up, caked out, invest up
Better rest up, pop bottles 'til I'm messed up
Paper chasin', play clubs like a vacation
On occasion, politicin' my situation
Every broad care, what he drive, what he wear, where the Bonnaire
Whisperin' the shit in my ear, yeah
The bombshell, trapped in the Carmel
Get the parcel, iced down the cartel
Knowin' CL, do know you mack slow
Bitches act though, bigger niggas call me Fatso
Heavy-weight, regulate the Tri-State
My team can't wait, for the date to navigate
Let me demonstrate, through time, my man Hassan
Keep all the pretty girls dancin' (Ha!)
Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah, I go around the world wit' this, yaknowimsayin?
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