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Big L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh)

One love to my big brother Big Lee

Holdin it down from the inside right now (come one)

When you come home it’s on (watch this)

Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shit

Yeah (no doubt), 1−3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do)

Uh, danger zone shit, check it out

I be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cock

I wasn’t prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spot

I be droppin like early August, late July

Wit tracks that’ll make you cry, hate you die

Stop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo'

You mad cuz I knocked yo’hoe

While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-po

My block loco, don’t need a crew I rock solo (what)

Or wit my nigga Gruff

These faggot niggas ain’t as rich as us

I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust

Go ahead and let your crew soup you up In the ambulance, gon’have to come and scoop you up Fuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past gold

And if you don’t agree, you’s a asshole

Mark my word, you gon’make me pump the bird

And spark this herb, to homicide chomp the curb, ya heard?

I never hesitate to bump my gun

Harlem World, y’all know where the fuck I’m from

The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and ups

Kingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffs

Some get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw)

So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don’t stop

Rise to the top, nigga stop despisin my pops

Yeah I rap, but still got them pies on the block

Bitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knotts

Keep a stash box, ride wit them glocks

Smoke 'dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops

(What) I’m Gruff and I’ma die for my props

Die by the gun, thou shall come but for now have fun

Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue

Violence is young, wild as they come

Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what

Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash

And take it, make they ass get naked

It’s a stickup (get on the floor), y'all niggas crash the pavement

Pass yo’chains, pass yo’Rollies, pass yo’bracelets

Or feel them hollow laced tips nigga

I spray clips at the punks that be runnin they lips

Not? cunnin? they bitch, gunnin them

Squeeze off, don’t miss none of them

Shoot po-po right in front on them

Double-M, goddamn niggas shouldn’t have fucked wit him

Y’all niggas sufferin, I’m thug hustlin

Rushin in, in coke spots, cold bustin in Yeah it’s us again, stuck you before

Tied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the raw

Nigga what, yeah Harlem World, Big L, Herb McGruff

Nigga holdin it down, 9−8 shit, fuck that, word up Aiyyo holy war, chrome four-four

Twelve shots call, I came deep

One-hundred-one wolves at your front door

Mouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hip

Cock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clip

Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bid

Four-five, got hit wit two more, then the god slid

Why try, watched men die, let the slugs fly

Stay high, I’m from the streets Murderville, NY I told y’all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontin

I want it all, in nine-bill I’m sayin something

MC’s petro, me lose hell no, you’re wet no My verbal techno, spit it for dire out the Expo

Me and D-O, on the lee-low, lay low

Call Grago, Boriquas call em Flaco

The latest Timb’s, I got those

Burn that ass like tobassco, you know my name

Hot hell, Fidel Castro, ask no Questions, fuck you and your weapon

You’re pussy, your gun ain’t went off since '87

My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your direction

Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected

Well connected, from the slums where life’s hectic

Niggas starvin, need paper, jackal’s is desparate

Aiyyo movin like Israeli, sippin Henny in Bentley’s

Got a deal now, I’m signed what the fuck can you tell me What, Murderville, all square beware

Hot-hell nigga tortured

Ha, listen closely, to how C.L.'s focus be Who wrote me, a diamond-gold ball rosary

Had supposedly, tarnished his name and status

Draw the fastest, force him go to the mattress

Imagine this, in my technique’s

This swervin authentic version M.D. Mount. to Vernon

Touchin anybody like that lime in Bacardi

To whippin all the watercrafts down in Yardie

Half-steppin, hardly make it son, perfectly clear

My yacht master pay your rent for the year

The buck stops here, ain’t a damn thing funny

Barbershop niggas always bad-mouthin money

Or maybe, I’m the whole key to you shtick

Hearin cats talk about me like a chick

They gotta be sick, ad-libbing we singin

Went from day one over there we bring it Or scrap like hockey, cock-ing, blow it? a-key?

The poss-e, car shows under the marquee

Dressed up, caked out, and vest up Better rest up, pop bottles till I’m messed up Paper chase, play clubs like a vacation

On occasion, politicin my situation

Every broad care, what he drive, what he wear

Wit a bonier whisperin the shit in my ear

Yeah, the bombshell, trapped in the Caramel

Get the parcel, iced down the cartel

Knowin C.L., do know you mack slow

Bitches act though, bigger niggas call me Fatso

Heavy-weight, regulate the tri-state

My team can’t wait, for the date to navigate

Let me demonstrate, through time my man handsome

To keep all the pretty girls dancin, HA Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I go around the world wit this yaknowim sayin?