Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all town Every I drive by you're just standin' around Hundred-bottles in pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don't you know you're just a worker and your is my man? L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I in the place I wanna my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of
Movies, records, on tour Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the parties body-rockin', and everything's chill Get to New York, and the suckers act ill See, I fought with the devil, a promise to God I have experience in all the way to the top It's harder harder than all the suckers are barred You to try to talk down now your ego is scarred
See the problem is you want what man has His car, his wife, or his But weak, you gotta do work on your own when you're rich you got friends but when you're poor you're alone So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your Stop livin' off your parents like you're three old of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me Why don't you your monkey-ass and get a college degree?
Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live Hope my message reaches you you're seventy-three A old man, when people ask you you did with your life say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife" Every day is a chase, every day is a And every day you're overpowered by my bass Too juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace It's the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face
I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until bleed I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to I'ma you away from drugs and petty crime Lead you from wack beats and rhyme Lead you to that line So you can come in my show and the stars shine Get busy, not dizzy, wanna the young The last man who didn't listen ended up hung
Not that I killed him, it's just he didn't trust The words of a that's why you must Take heed to the speech, it's gonna your ear Don't try to say you can't 'cause the words are clear flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest You better up and rock a rhyme and give it your best 'Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big Twelve-gauge on the stage in it don't go right
E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we givin' a fuck L.L. J is on the microphone all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone" 'Cuz I'm rated X, born to necks up and down, no special effects I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be to touch Queens
'Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I Turnin' top-notch crews fugitives They run, they frightened, they hide from Titan a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin' Here I am, tellin' the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow It man-to-man and jam-to-jam I got hip-hop, rock, and song fans All you MC's in the state of New York Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna
Can't get a decent contract, your beats workin' Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin' Your mic weak, remember that skeezer I'm badder than Napoleon, or Caesar I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly girl's desire, the man you Not only on the stage, I in the park And I'm a in the daytime, and worse after dark So don't never ever with the king of the sound L.L. J, the baddest around