It's the number one in the area
The Big L be lightin' niggas like Gettin' men to win tits I'm killin' for ten cents 'Cause I'm a street genius a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that even speak english
I'm makin' shed much tears I queers I don't have it all upstairs, but who the cares? I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast I get cash and stash figures and harass them ass niggas
After you gonna get scared next, and if ya squad flex I'm lettin' off Bernard Goetz A tech nine is my niggas with so much led they Can use dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' and bombin' churches I get more by accident most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots New York to Canada 'Cause Big L be fuckin' more keys than a janitor
Now it's the who's style is greater It's the man with wild flavors Than motherfuckin' Now 'n Laters, and rappers I hit 'em automatically go to heaven fuckin' With me 'cause I give 'em
So try to front troop your style is played out just like a Oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect I'm on some Wu Tang so protect ya fuckin' neck nigga Not a role I'm a bad figure When it to rap I got skills out the ass nigga
I got it like a warden Rap without finesse is the N B A without Jordan So all ya New Jacks kickin' raps It's a that, I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack It ain't shit you can me bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' L P
It's the number one in the area for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard
It's the number one crew in the Known for garbage M C's to the graveyard
Yo, I got a death That's why I talk so much shit I want bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and the gun Between they like a cigarette And let 'em smoke the fifth
I fool, I buy No to lie or cry it's time motherfuckers to die to me death is like sex And if my brain was a of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a mac, clack clack are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed
the microphone let's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did madman get cut loose? From 25 25 the life is For murderin' up some fuckin' kids These were the kids of the guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison in the prison yard
One two everybody's The microphone nut over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm to hawk shit and talk shit Whoever flaunts shit, I 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and Luger Wreck like Das EFX out the fuckin' sewer
Please show me where the is at While they quarter the sack I crack they like cracker jacks So I'm the one you run from Because the microphone nut is a motherfuckin' stun gun
The way I No way you could I shock pop and when Jay gets hot When I'm in the zone hold ya own I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for the best around No way you can get up I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck like none And beat a ass half silly on da one Fuckin' a Jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get like a wheel I'm never off chronic skills are bionic
Bitches will treat me like Respect that peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your fuck a glock I step Through your neighborhood armed nothing but a rep I'm giving these ladies they can feel 'cause I'm real Ya man get line and it's kill, kill, kill
It's the one crew in the area Known for sendin' garbage M C's to the
It's the number one crew in the for sendin' garbage M C's to the graveyard
Yo, ya, step up and get played like the small fry I'm throwin' off the roof said you wanna be the four guy So around you'll be a dead man I get tonite's the night like Redman Nuff respect to Big L who get check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, people Not Dahmer I'm the sequel or gut like illegal So what cha Yo, I'm strapped with the step up plap, plap I'm leavin' in your back fool
I rip tracks say peace to hip hop A disagree bring it on and get dropped I get I'm party arty so hit the deck The kid with the smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' I say big up big up it's a up, stick up I and move
And how we do So you grab the gat and let
Yo, rat, tat, tat I got the gat Nigga we ghost man a I let it roast and leave your pussy ass I'm up like the west is Fuck I'll out a niggas intestines
Better dip fast quick or you won't last One blast will put ass in a body cast And I be for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in Constantly comittin' grand Arsony niggas don't want no of me
Never past up a buck ask the last duck His were truck, he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you sayin' I'm for slayin' cops Who's ever around I be sprayin' drops But I ain't givin' a fuck who hit
Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear I'll you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I your spirit Now your ass is a Holy Ghost You tried to me to the left You put a target on your head 'Cause marked for death