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 ?codione?, 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 borough, 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
Chorus (2X)
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
