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Intro:
What you got to do with it? What the fk you talkin about?
What the fk you got to do with it? You stupid nigg*? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigg*? fck wrong with you? Like you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fkin insane or
something. (You fkin wack as* nigg*)
(laughing in background)
Verse One
Y'all f*gg*ts is weak, y'all starstruck think s**t is sweet
That busy signal bulls**t is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack s**t and went to take up his
Jealous f*gg*t man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardc*re
And stood on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
b*tch, ya wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will
Tell that nigg* to tell his man to tell that nigg*
I send the wolves to kill that nigg*
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigg*
Michael Jordan of all this rap s**t, pullin the trigger
What the fk? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigg*, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im
Chorus
L.L. don't lose , we can do it however you choose nigg*
One on one or round up the crews nigg*
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes nigg*
You know the rules nigg*!
*repeat*
Verse Two
Queens s**t, give me cream so I can grab my d*ck
Sew that s**t, what the fk y'all workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigg* wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a b*tch
Sugar-coated nigg*, deep-throated nigg*
Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigg*
Yeah, I wrote it nigg* for all my real live devoted
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigg*
So what you talkin bout? That supposed to be hot?
Y'all on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the limit
So they don't know a f*gg*t's in it!
I'm L.L. and I did this to you
Teflon waitin for every nigg* runnin with you
Rhymes h*t you, lace you up again and split you
ain't official thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk as* crab nigg*, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with that bulls**t!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all is mad bland
Chorus
Verse Three
I'll cut your fkin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort for gettin fked up, stop and inspect ya
fk wrong with you nigg*? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigg* poppin s**t
Underestimantin what Queens 'll do for chips
I originated all this s**t
The ice, the champagne, the girls on the d*ck
That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get sw*llowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fk wrong wit y'all ? You out your mind nigg*?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
fk wrong with you?
Chorus