[Big L] When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh A hardcore, life, I chose to explore Therefore I lived raw and went to war with the law My only picture was a mug shot Slugs what thugs got Pockets swellin' hot from sellin' tops on the drug spot Gs was clocked, fat knots went in the socks And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped the Glock Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight Cause we could put the guns down and go one round With the hands my man, I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can inverse my style cause I'm versatile Quick to burst a child, I'm livin' worse than foul I pack two tecs in case your crew flex I wet up the set in a sec 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 jelly jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat On one three ninth street, Malcolm X boulevard It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card I tell facts when the beat start Listen here sweetheart The Big L is street smart I fuck ducks and they crews up Make 'em give the jewels up For those who refuse I squeeze the uz and light them fools up I had beef with this nigga named Randolph Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed A beat down from Big L, that's what all pranksters get Like Al Yankovic, I'm on some real gangster shit I'm never fuckin' with no handicapped or crippled bitches Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes Crimes I committed, I'm a villain admit it I'm the type to murder you then tell your moms I'm the kid who did it Peace and love is somethin' that I don't rhyme about Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm about
Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, you know what I'm about
Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out You know what I'm about!
[Lord Finesse] It's the man with the rough flow Some niggas don't like me but I don't give a fuck though Cause I'm in command y'all I'm smackin' niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball I ain't the funny type, to joke around I gotta get my motherfuckin' money right Cause I got the right game, definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game I'm rollin' numbers with no practice I'm snatchin' up the dough like motherfuckers owe taxes Cause I got strategy I'm rollin' head crack trips and makin' all the brothers mad at me Word, I'm taxin' shit I'm shittin' on niggas like I just had a laxative Tryin' to earn props I ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like a drum machine Ya gotta find a better way I'll pull ya card, your file, shit, 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'll lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfuckin' style So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down And y'all can't accept that a nigga's makin' dough now And I'm livin' better troop And I'm makin' more noise than a fuckin' heavy metal group I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan That's why I'm seein' more papers than a news stand So peep it, don't try to run around or speak i