[Stan Spit:] (Hey yo, hey yo) You would scream too if you know what I did last summer Came through frontin' in the glass hummer No shirt mad ice screaming fuck is this nice Shit spit got a six and I'm fucking ya wife Yo this time around its just me 'Gruff and L So get you some henny and blaze a fuckin L This time its platinum and it ain't hard to tell Yo a lotta niggaz got on fuckin wit L Those niggaz slippin 'Gruff tell me if I'm slippin Cause I'm quick to load the clip and let the slugs start rippin Your flesh and your soul gettin torn apart Shit my ice so bright that it glow in the dark And to the cat who killed L, up north he won't live I want his ass cut from his ears to his ribs Cut his fingers off and send the pieces to his kids Harlem World Danger Zone thats just the way shit is .22's .45's and .357's, two .38's and four Mac .11s 138 and yo 'Gruff I'm dumb crazy Rather pull the trigger than fight I'm dumb lazy Talkin out your mouth'll get you buried down south Me 'n L got the range so you know what we about Hey yo, watch what you say for I watch where you lay Cause sooner or later my glock got to spray And guns, are meant to bust Thats what I truly resent and us inventors, shit not us We put 'em in the ghetto and we put 'em to the test Matter fact nigga we put 'em through your vest Send a message to the presindent tell 'em we shady still Still cop guns despite the Brady bill And as far as guns go imma let my guns blow Should they ban guns the answers hell no.
[McGruff:] Nigga Please, fuck talk let the trigger squeeze Nigga Please, fuck a nigga go to Beleize Nigga Please, my desert E's kill like disease ?Dont let a nigga breathe...? Harlem backbone pack crome 139 Lennox ave. thats home Crack domes, well to all my niggaz thats gone Kerry, Nate the Skate, Reggy White, L Corleone We still the dangerzone Where no man can withstand to hold his own Nigga Please, know when you home alone shoot through your peephole blow out your chromosones Nigga Please, 'Gruff kill niggaz for real And I kill you right know, but these niggaz gon' squeal Nigga Please, squirts slugs that hurt thugs Rap's secondary, murder's my first love Nigga Please, always get the last laugh Stash math anything in my path smash 'Bout fast cash niggaz be splittin shit half-half Staff laugh puttin up them gats and masks (nigga please)
[Big L:] Y'all fellas like to stress them chicks Impress them chicks Spend money to dress them chicks I sex them chicks and send 'em home Corleone is know to be stoned When I bone I'm doubled up in case that chick full blown The other night around 8pm, pockets crazy slim Jumped out the gray BM, went to the ATM Took a thou out, then later on I had to wil' out In the club, knocked this coward and his pal out Then afterwords went to the restroom pissed cristal out Then I'm thinkin' what chick number I can dial out Cause its L, the harlem pimp baby for real, I got more dimes than that sprint lady and thats ill, player haters be givin me harsh looks But I'm tryin to sell records like garth brooks so F' 'em all, when its cold I keep 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 its perignon If the na-nas too tight, I put some jelly on Yo try to tax and watch the nine mil burst I've been off the scene for over three years and cats is still thirst They hear Big L droped a ill verse So all you unsigned cats who 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 I stay strapped I go to sleep with my steel I'm makin figgas while you broke cats is keepin it real...
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