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[Big L]Check it out nowBig L Corleone (no doubt), Flamboyant Entertainment (uh-huh)One love to my big brother Big LeeHoldin it down from the inside right now (come one)When you come home it`s on (watch this)Herb McGruff (yo), Universal, Harlem World shitYeah (no doubt), 1-3-9 and Lennox shit (you know how we do)Uh, danger zone shit, check it outI be twistin bitches alot, have em sit on this cockI wasn`t prepared for this, I wrote my shit on the spotI be droppin like early August, late JulyWit tracks that`ll make you cry, hate you dieStop frontin, you got no dough, might a had, but not no mo`You mad cuz I knocked yo` hoeWhile cops watch me, I got cats that watch po-poMy block loco, don`t need a crew I rock solo (what)Or wit my nigga GruffThese faggot niggas ain`t as rich as usI need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dustGo ahead and let your crew soup you upIn the ambulance, gon` have to come and scoop you upFuck wit my last soul, my new shit is goin past goldAnd if you don`t agree, you`s a assholeMark my word, you gon` make me pump the birdAnd spark this herb, to homicide chomp the curb, ya heard?I never hesitate to bump my gunHarlem World, y`all know where the fuck I`m from[McGruff]The game of life, got ups and downs, downs and upsKingpin cats lose they crowns in cuffsSome get murdered, some get shot (boaw boaw boaw)So lay on, nigga her-oin, cocaine, pot it don`t stopRise to the top, nigga stop despisin my popsYeah I rap, but still got them pies on the blockBitches lookin at the size of my rocks, size of my knottsKeep a stash box, ride wit them glocksSmoke `dro, fuck po-po, fly from the cops(What) I`m Gruff and I`ma die for my propsDie by the gun, thou shall come but for now have funFuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongueViolence is young, wild as they comeCatch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, whatAiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cashAnd take it, make they ass get nakedIt`s a stickup (get on the floor),y`all niggas crash the pavementPass yo` chains, pass yo` Rollies, pass yo` braceletsOr feel them hollow laced tips niggaI spray clips at the punks that be runnin they lipsNot ?cunnin? they bitch, gunnin themSqueeze off, don`t miss none of them Shoot po-po right in front on themDouble-M, goddamn niggas shouldn`t have fucked wit himY`all niggas sufferin, I`m thug hustlinRushin in, in coke spots, cold bustin inYeah it`s us again, stuck you beforeTied your monkey-ass up, took the bucks and the rawNigga what, yeah Harlem World, Big L, Herb McGruffNigga holdin it down, 9-8 shit, fuck that, word up[I Born]Aiyyo holy war, chrome four-fourTwelve shots call, I came deepOne-hundred-one wolves at your front doorMouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hipCock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clipPretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder bidFour-five, got hit wit two more, then the god slidWhy try, watched men die, let the slugs flyStay high, I`m from the streets Murderville, NYI told y`all I was comin, niggas thought I was frontinI want it all, in nine-bill I`m sayin somethingMC`s petro, me lose hell no, you`re wet noMy verbal techno, spit it for dire out the ExpoMe and D-O, on the lee-low, lay lowCall Grago, Boriquas call em FlacoThe latest Timb`s, I got thoseBurn that ass like tobassco, you know my nameHot hell, Fidel Castro, ask noQuestions, fuck you and your weaponYou`re pussy, your gun ain`t went off since `87My Mac-11 shot thirty-three in your directionWhere I come from, bums bust guns, what you expectedWell connected, from the slums where life`s hecticNiggas starvin, need paper, jackal`s is desparateAiyyo movin like Israeli, sippin Henny in Bentley`sGot a deal now, I`m signed what the fuck can you tell meWhat, Murderville, all square bewareHot-hell nigga tortured[C.L. Smooth]Ha, listen closely, to how C.L.`s focus beWho wrote me, a diamond-gold ball rosaryHad supposedly, tarnished his name and status

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