Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit 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 an' pop ten out
You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like women Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'coz yo' career's in the ninth innin'
It's over now, nigga, 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 niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain
Hustlers flip Cokey, '48 Hours' like Nick Nolte When I was O.T., your bitch rode me First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes
Emcees, I squash an' 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 an' Pac 'coz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us Niggaz 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 niggaz is hungry They ready to bite a nigga arm off
All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk See a lot of switch in your walk Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out Niggaz like, "L, when you comin' out?" Because they sick of all this drag queen shit
Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes An' 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 niggaz 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 bum 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 An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit You don't know me, just say Wassup? Gimme a pound, that's it
When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out You was at some cheap Chinese shit Gettin' take out, how you make out? You took the fake route, you oughta break out You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out
What? Fuckin' punks Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday
All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
All my wolves in the house, are you live or what? See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us? An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up
Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do One time, can't forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee Holdin' it down, The Overseer, FlamboyantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
