What you got to do it? What the fuck you talkin about? What the you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? you don't, you don't know what you go to do with it. your fuckin insane or something. (You wack ass nigga) (laughing in background) One] Y'all faggots is weak, y'all niggas think shit is sweet That busy signal is dead up in the street Heard that garbage dough jam, me reminisce On heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his Jealous man cause I'm richer than y'all When I load my desertees, I'm y'all On the streets of Queens where I was and born, hardcore And stood on every corner like a store Clips of hollowtips, follow loose lips Aimin at your and make em cough up my chips Bitch, ya niggas see if I'm ill? Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell nigga I send the wolves to that nigga If you know why, its cause I'm still that nigga Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger What the fuck? You on a mission to And the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck Your swervin nigga, better follow the white Your up on the sidewalk, off course, the sign I'm so ill, niggas is so wack Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard Far as man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him Treat him like a Philly, and split'im L.L. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose One on one or up the crews nigga But you out your shoes nigga You know the nigga! [Verse Queens shit, give me cream so I can my dick Sew shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with? Backwards, ass-jerk, up out the woodwork my meat, tryin to critique my physique A real nigga wouldn't mention my lips Can't believe you there, no I know you a bitch Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated Young take a pull before they quote a nigga Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real devoted niggas I'm a true and livin lyrically ill nigga So what you bout? That shits supposed to be hot? Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin my block? I think not, matter of fact your not to rap no more And if you hear this in the club out the backdoor And if you bumpin in your ride sure your windows is up and your tint's passed the So they don't a faggot's in it! I'm L.L. and I did to you Teflon waitin for nigga runnin with you Rhymes hit you, lace you up and split you Niggas ain't official thats why Mom Dukes you Tell man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm Never die, never quit, and my money's ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips Constantly involvin my name with bullshit! Why I you? You stepped up in the ring Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don And tell man I know he got some lyrics in the stash But I'm the that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the So I can describe the picture both hands You must not who's in command I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad [Verse I'll cut your head off and leave it on your mom's dresser pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her You wanna test a lyrical and professor? I bet y'all niggas fall off now your under pressure I don't ya, yet still I must check ya Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and ya Fuck wrong you nigga? You can't do nothin to me If I put a slug in you on the low, probably try to sue me Your girl blew me, I "Now!" She said "Do me" a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for I originated all this The ice, the champagne, the on the dick really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel Mic's my staff you a message like Pharaoh Leave it or get swallowed in the sea The King of Hiphop is something you could be My crown never see, I'll rule forever, G I'll be goin when you just a memory I'm the L, capital C, double O With the seven upside down slayin the clown the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? You out your mind nigga? You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or Fuck wrong with