[Big L]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah yeah-yeah
UHH! This goes out to all the wolves (*ARF ARF AROOOO*)
Hah, in the streets and in jail
Yeah, yo it`s your man Big L
One-three-nine, Danger Zone
I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone with me
Check it out, uhh - bust it
Aiyyo I just left the studio, and it`s about two in the morn`
Just finished doin a song
Now I`m ready for sleep
but first I want spaghetti to eat
and it`s a good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the Jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep; my voice is hoarse, barely can speak
I called back on the cell - it`s Corle`, mad as hell
Told me to listen well as he started to yell
I just seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend
and they just got a room at the Holiday Inn
It`s my wife, you sure? Yeah I`m sure
I saw the whore soon as she walked through the door
Say no more, which one?
The one in Jersey son, right over the bridge
We goin` hurt those hoes AND hurt both of them kids
Now I`m in the Range
Switchin lanes, doin a buck `n change
I can`t wait to buck them lames and them fuckin dames
I reach the destination
Grab the heat without no hesitation
These niggaz fuckin up my reputation
I saw Coleone holdin the chrome
Ice-grill, lookin like he had a license to kill
and he had somebody else with `em playin the cup
Lookin like he can`t wait to start sprayin shit up
Yo, who that in the background? It`s Tommy Gibbs
Oh, I didn`t recognize you with your hat down
Son you ready? We got this whole shit mapped out
I hope you ain`t scared, there`s no time to back out
We gon` take the backroute
pull the gats out, throw the mask on
We ain`t leavin til everyone`s dead, and all the cash gone
We gon` get our laugh on when we through
but right now we got a job to do So let`s do it!
I stepped to the deskclerk
Put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her listen up before she get hurt
They just walked in, party of four, two chicks, two males
What room they got? She paused and said 212
I took the steps now I`m out of breath; I gotta stop smokin
Them cigarettes gon` be the cause of my death
My heart beatin fast now, cause it`s about to pop off
Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the lock off
Took a deep breath, then ran inside at a quick pace
I felt disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face
Then my other two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon
Ready to take care what we been plannin
These two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate
We know they got stacks
cause they don`t fuck with nothin but weight
We got the cuffs and the duct tape and put it to use
Then told `em when this is over we`ll be lettin `em loose
And then I kicked Mike in his face to watch his head jerk back
You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at
He gave me the address then I ran outside
but first I took the keys to his van outside
And when I got there, I found 50 ki`s in a stash
a hundred pounds of grass, and two million in cash
I was dumb glad, the shit didn`t fit in one bag
So I got three, filled `em all up to the teeth
Then put the bags in the van, then I locked the truck
When I got back, Corle` done popped them punks
Aiyyo fuck it L, we might as well pop these studs
Now that`s four bodies
Two outta-towners and two hotties
And after that we ain`t sleep for three days
We hit the PJ`s, split the money threeways
Now we all laughin hard, gettin nice and weeded
Celebratin nigga, heist completed
