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Hey yo, the streets love me, man
And I love the streets
So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake s**t
Ya know me better than that
Ayo, I shoulda been out
I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat and pop ten out
You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
And if a b*tch don't like me she must like women
Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, nigg*, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
We're be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT your b*tch rode me
First day home I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that b*tch be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees I squash and disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Made singles wit' a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us
wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!"
What
Word up man, them is hungry
They ready to bite a nigg* arm off
Chorus: repeat (2X)
All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto shine, who gon' rise wit' us?
And the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
Ayo, I hear a lot of b*tch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York
Time is runnin' out
like,"L, when you comin' out?"
Because they sick of all this drag queen s**t
Your wife's missin', I'm the nigg* she was last seen wit'
Me and Ron hit it up on some tag team s**t
A buncha got smoked for the cash
Used to ride Greyhounds wit' dime holes and stuff the coke in they ass
Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me son
We breed the smoothest on the face of the earth
Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd I'ma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a b*m nerve when I was unheard
Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird
I push whips while you walk all day
And I hate when strange wanna talk all day
Clown as* s**t, hate to be around that s**t
You don't know me, just say whatsup, gimme a pound, that's it
When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese s**t gettin' take out
How you make out, you took the fake route, you oughta break out
You couldn't get a b*tch before you put your tape out
What
fkin' punks
like you will get robbed everyday
Chorus (2X)
Yeah
Flamboyant Entertainment
Big L, Rondell
You know how we do
One time
Can't forget my partner
Big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
The overseer
Flamboyant
