(feat. Big L)

[Big L]

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a $#&@ about five-oh
A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore

I live raw and went to war with the law
My only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot
Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug spot

G's were clocked, fat knots were in the sock
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glock
She was ran right for me and my man Mike

Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we can put the guns down and go one round
With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown

I can adverse my style, cause I'm versatile
Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse than foul
I pack two tecs in case your crew flex

I wet up the set in a second and yell "Who's next?"
To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft
Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh

You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard

It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
I tell effects when a beef start
Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart

I $#&@ed up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up
For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools up
I had beef with this ^!$$% named Randolph

Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed
A beatdown from L, that's what all pranksters get
Like I'll gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster %#@!

I'm never $#&@ing with no handicapped or cripple (*##$es
Look at my style real close and you'll see triple 6's
Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, admit it

I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it
Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme about
$#&@ what you heard, you know what I'm about


Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out
Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out

Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out
Knocking ^!$$%s off, you know what I'm about [x2]


[Lord Finesse]
It's the man with the plush flow
Some ^!$$%s don't like me, but I don't give a $#&@, though

Cause I'm in command y'all
I'm smacking ^!$$%s up like Puerto Ricans play handball
I ain't the funny type

To joke around, I gotta get my mother$#&@ing money right
Cause I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game

I'm rolling numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up dough like the mother$#&@ers owe taxes
Cause I got strategy

I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me
Word, I'm taxing %#@!
I'm %#@!ting on ^!$$%s like I just had a laxitive

Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see
You clowns'll $#&@ around and get played like the drum machine
You gotta find a better way

I'll pull your card, your file, %#@!, plus your resume
Cause I don't play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown

I don't smile, don't try to pull my file
I lay your $$# like towel, you know my mother$#&@ing style
So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down

Y'all can't accept that a ^!$$%'s making dough now
And I'm living better, troop
And I'm making more noise than a $#&@ing heavy metal group

I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan
That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it

Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret
While ^!$$%s are packing steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills
How I'm living? Everything is well
Cause a ^!$$% like me, well I'm ringing bells

Without doubt I got clout
Yo $#&@ that %#@!, yo you know what I'm about

Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out
Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out

Knocking ^!$$%s off, knocking ^!$$%s out
Knocking ^!$$%s off, you know what I'm about [x2]

[Big L]
Word, you definite know what I'm about

Go get your steel and guard you grill, you (*##$-ass ^!$$%s
I ain't having it for '92, ^!$$%s, word 'em up