| 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 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 and pop ten out |
| You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen |
| And 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 'cuz 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 OT 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 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit' us? |
| And 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 and Ron hit it up on some tag team shit |
| A buncha niggaz 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 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 |
| And 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 whatsup, 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 |
| 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 |